Mountain

When faced with a real mountain I’ll hike up the trail to get to the view, the trout stream, the summit, the goal, whatever it may be.

I’ll hike with tired legs, heavy packs and blisters to reach my goal often only to remember that tops of mountains are windy, cold, really high up and I hate heights. That’s alright though, next time I get a chance I’ll trek the trail again.

It’s possible I just really like the challenge of a goal.

When faced with a mountain of laundry however I’ll turn and walk the other way.

Tonight’s relatively small mountain. Just three baskets is more like a large hill… but the washer is about ready to be turned over one more time before I call it quits for the night. 

Maybe that’s because laundry has nothing on the adventure and beauty of hiking new trails.

Or maybe it’s because one can’t “summit” the laundry mountain because there is always more laundry and no one likes an unattainable goal.

 

What’s your least favorite “mountain” to climb? 

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Make Believe

In the world of make believe anything goes, right?

Except, maybe it doesn’t.

Even in make believe we, or perhaps just I, am only willing to suspend so much reality. Of course you can have magic, but it must have rules. Yes, butterflies can fly in snow, but they better still have six legs because they are still insects. And, as per a recent conversation on the book we are working on now, yes, you can have a snowman ride in a bike basket driven by a bee through the autumn woods without him melting… but that bee better be able to reach the pedals. Otherwise it’s just ridiculous.

Tooks (my illustrator), thinks perhaps I’m crazy (in a laughing, loving way.) She’s probably right – but I still think that there is a line to walk. If you are going to create a world with magic, it should have rules and magical realism needs to preserve a sense of “realism” or it devolves into utter nonsensical silliness. On the flip side you have to have some goofy silliness to make the magic work. Like I said, walking the line, though I’m willing to concede that my “line” is crooked and random as we create another book of “what if’s” and magic and we decide what is fun and what doesn’t make sense!

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Lost

A picture from the day that I discovered that not only am I the mother in charge of finding lost shoes, lip gloss, jackets, knives, snacks, pets, blankets, pillows, slime, homework, pencils, LEGOS, doll clothes and golf balls but that I’m also in charge of lost people.

Not to worry, we were really more slightly misdirected. And I, mother and finder of all lost things, was on the job. I noticed, monitored, studied and corrected the situation before anyone’s legs actually fell off as they were, apparently, threatening to.

As much as I am asked to find the things, and as often as I know how to find the things, I usually make my kids find the things themselves. Possibly with a few helpful hints, if I’m feeling magnanimous.

And what I learned on this last trip is that it’s time to break out the maps, because map reading is not a skill any of them have. (And bless my husband, heaven knows he needs it, he tries really hard but I fear he’d have been lost right along with them.)

How are you with a map? Directional sense? If you have kids do they know how to read a map?