I’ve been quiet. There’s been so much and I didn’t feel I had much to add, so I let the chaos swirl within me.
Yet even when I don’t write, the world spins on and there are parent teacher conferences and lunches to pack and news to digest.
Then last night we were driving to a parent education night, talking about the weekend ahead.
“No school on Friday,” I told my husband.
“Why not?” Piped up Kiddo.
“Veterans day,” “Armistice Day,” we answered in almost unison.
“What’s that?”
“We honor the soldiers.” “And celebrate the end of the world war.”
“THE WARS ARE OVER?!! That’s GREAT!” She practically sang.
Oh baby girl, no. I wish they were.
“No, but the first two world wars ended,” (eventually).
“I wish all wars would end,” she declared from her booster seat.
Oh kiddo. Same. Same same same.
I light another candle and call my Congress reps.
Pretty Good Ugly 