“Mom, but it’s the holidays! Why do you have to work?” Sophie whined as we drove to the salon to have her curls trimmed. I had just announced that I’d need to put in a few hours of writing every morning between Christmas and New Year’s.
Chloe attended a week of camp at Cornell where she and a group of 15 other teens from all over the world spent their mornings in a writing workshop. Sufficiently inspired, her creative juices started to flow and she produced a couple of poems that she agreed to share here.
Sophie took a class called the “Art of Comic Books” at our local museum. She’s always been more of a graphic novel-type girl than a traditional novel kind of girl, and the result of her weeks-long effort at writing and illustrating her own story are spectacular, in my not-so-objective opinion.
Watching movies with Chloe is fast becoming one of my favorite pastimes, especially now that I’m no longer limited to viewing saccharine-sweet children’s films with her. We have embarked on an epic quest: making our way through the American Film Institute’s “100 Years 100 Movies” list. We also have a lot of Oscar contenders to see in the theater before the end of the year. And we have plenty of schlock to watch on Netflix. Our viewing tastes run the gamut.
Chloe, unsurprisingly to those who know her, has very strong opinions about the movies she watches. And as a gift to all of you, she kindly agreed to critique some of the movies she’s seen over the past few weeks. Here you go, straight from the horse’s mouth:
One of Chloe’s last language arts assignments before the end of the school year was to write a poem using at least 15 words cut out from magazines. The result is a poem that perfectly captures Chloe’s vision of herself. And despite its autobiographical self-regard, it’s actually quite good considering she cobbled it together in about an hour. I’ve replicated it below (magazine words in blue):
In my last post, I mentioned that one of the nice surprises about my transition to Chief Mom Officer has been the great sense of peace that has settled over me.
About one year after I embarked on my legal career as a junior associate at a major international law firm, I had to submit an article for the annual internal newsletter. It was sort of like a hazing ritual for all new lawyers. I wrote the piece below ten years ago, in March 2003, when I was practicing transactional securities law and starting to question what the hell I was doing with my life. Funny how it took me ten more years and another couple of jobs to finally realize that maybe this attempt at work-life balance was just a crock of shit (at least for me).
Sophie continues to surprise me with her art skills. Indeed, I now think that she may have a future in forgery.
The day is finally here. Goodbye Director of Marketing, hello Chief Mom Officer!
I can’t believe the time has come. I can’t believe I have chosen to forego a steady paycheck for the foreseeable future. I think I may be crazy. But boy, am I happy.
Sophie may not love reading books like her sister, even though she reads perfectly well. She hates doing her spelling homework, just like Chloe at the same age. She may not love vegetables. And she may not love it when we ask her to clean her room.