Twelve Days of Summer with My Twelve-Year-Old: DAY FOUR

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  1. jenny_o says:

    Could I amend your tribute to teachers to “the good teachers”? Because I’ve known a fair number, both my own and my kids’, who shouldn’t have been in a classroom or anywhere near children/teenagers. For those, we always told our kids: you can learn something from everyone; sometimes what you learn is that you never want to be like that person…

    The good teachers? I’m with you all the way. My mom was one. She worked hard for the money, as they say. And it is so, so clear that you are also a good one.

  2. kmkat says:

    We have all had good teachers, great teachers, mediocre teachers, and maybe even just plain bad teachers. But the good/great ones inspire us. (Like you do!)

    Elder Son built a medieval village out of clay and twigs in middle school. That summer he and Smokey had a delightful time blowing it up with firecrackers. Not that he disliked building it, just that blowing things up is such fun.

    I love Paco.

  3. Maria says:

    Okay. This is going to sound creepy but I am going to write it anyway. I just adore your son’s lips. They are so red and supple and they match his face perfectly. He looks all milk fed and healthy. And I love the way you capture his spirit in a bottle like a firefly.

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