
Last week, Owen’s little brother graduated out of the little local school close to our home. Oskar gave a graduation speech, and Owen listened to it without being the least bit disruptive.
The morning before, I paused in the midst of the frantic activity of school play and graduation preparations to look back – although looking back is usually painful (“Nostalgia is a trap,” my mom once told me). I could see old photos in my mind – though of course I cannot locate them — for instance a family outing to Great Falls, Owen “woozling” the top of Oskar’s head with his cheek, an arm wrapped around tightly around his cranium, Osk’s face in Owen’s armpit. That cranium is far beyond armpit level now
When Oskar was born, Owen spoke of him in sentences: “He’s a wittle piñata.” How things have changed!…



“Nostalgia is a trap.” Thanks for this motherly wisdom. I needed to hear that!
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This is a precious reflection Wystan. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks more than I can say for reading.
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This is really lovely. I love seeing how parents meet their kids’ needs in different ways.
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Thanks Jill!
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