Any who
The only time I’ve appreciated that term.
Any who – the vegetarian owl.
Any who – the fish who drowned in its first race.
Any who – the toothless alligator.
A spider with no web.
A snake without scales.
Weightless hippos are the anywhos as they swim in water.
My kid has one more day of school until summer break. His love language is teasing me – he offered up a hug to my mom when she was here for a visit – but he and I don’t do hugs – well, sheesh – I absolutely would – but he shakes his finger ‘no, no, no’ – and tries not to burst out laughing at my overly dramatic and shocked blank stare – he’s seen it before, so it doesn’t phase him.
He’s going to be heading up to Haida Gwaii to spend time with his mom for July.
I’m trying not to think about it I guess – lol – such a softy.
He’s a little shit as teenagers are, but he is such a kind, funny, honest, thoughtful dude.
He was texting me from his math class today saying they were done all their work and were just sitting there doing nothing – expecting me or his dad to pick him up early so he could, in his words, ‘clean the kitchen’ – his dad and I both laughed.
Although I didn’t grow fetus kiddo in my butt – or wherever babies grow – he and I have a fiercely strong connection.
He keeps me conscious – as a parent, as a human, as a role model, as a friend – my mistakes, our mistakes are addressed and talked about in some fashion… then we bring light back to these mucky spaces.
We golf. We joke. We cook supper. He shows me, almost daily, how big his muscles are getting – trying to get all the shadows and muscle dents and bumps like his dad.
Hmm… summer… kid-free July – happy/not happy.. Whistler – course planning. Teaching. Working. Sunning.. blah blah… Barclay say something.. to to to dee dah.. out.
where rivers are born 