Twelve Moments of Summer with My Twelve-Year-Old: DAY TWELVE

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  1. jenny_o says:

    Ahhhhh! *loud exhale of happiness*

    How satisfying this post is. Everything about it, from the beautiful recording of your dad’s voice (and hey, do you ever look like him!), to the sudden realization that your twelve “things” rhyme with the original Christmas “things”, to the happy nodding when you’re talking about craft and art and what it does for a person, to the sweetness of that last comment by your son – you’ve tied in all the ends and presented us with your intricate and beautiful word picture and the only sad thing is that this is the end of the series …

    Thank you SO much for these summertime essays. They will be memories not only for you and your family, but for readers like me as well.

  2. alexandra says:

    “He has the rest of his life for art, not merely this one summer when he is twelve, the summer that is fading into a puff of exhaled air.” And with this sentence, you just gave me peace. My boy, my middle child, will always have a place where he is understood: when he enters the intimacy between and his art.

  3. Magpie says:

    Oh man. You have the best kid. He has an awesome mother. How many ways do I love you?

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