mysteries.

things that perplex me:

The top secret nature of the contents of the kiddo’s daily lunch at preschool.

“So what’d you have for lunch today, sweetie?”

“Not telling.” Or, “ummmm…..hmmmmmmmm…it’s so hard to say.” Or, just plain “I don’t know.”

I also am perplexed and a bit discomfited by her generation’s seeming preference for regression. As in, being a baby. They all want to be babies! Babies! At the pool in particular, the popular game is “Baby”, in which they basically do baby things and go “waaaaaah”, all the time. And then the other night, she and I were watching Planet Earth, when a mother baboon comes up on the screen. Her baby is hanging underneath her, attached presumably to her teat as she walks. The kiddo perks up and tells me “I want to do that! Can I do that? Forever?”. Jesus God, no! No! And this would be her bliss, actually; hanging off of my sorry chest for all eternity. I don’t recall—-ever, ever, ever, ever—-EVER—wanting to regress as a child. Every year was hard won and I wasn’t giving an inch. And I still wouldn’t give an inch of all my experience, ever. What I do remember wishing ever so much for was to be magic—-a genie, a fairy, a queen, an elf, a witch, a saint; or a feral animal with stealthy magical powers. But NOT a baby.

I wonder, more seriously, why it is that people who hurt others are enabled and enboldened by our legal system. I think of the state of things in Hartford, in particular, but also from personal experience as a domestic violence survivor currently trying to tread water in the legal system. I have more to say about that later.

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3 Responses to “mysteries.”


  1. 1 Doktor Holocaust July 31, 2008 at 7:08 am

    the desire to regress to a younger state is because babies have it easy. grownups have to shop for their food and then cook it after, whereas babies need only vocalize their hunger and along comes a bottle or a cookie or whatever. grownups have to have jobs and deal with complicated issues while children only have to play and learn and explore the world, and leave all the messy complicated stuff like bills and chores and dealing with people to their adult minions. to be as a baby is to be king.

  2. 2 petitmuse August 2, 2008 at 12:02 am

    hmmm. now wonder i was never a queen or royalty or anything like that. the thought of someone taking care of me, taking care of my every need TERRIFIES me.

  3. 3 bets August 6, 2008 at 6:28 am

    I wonder if it’s a regional thing – Abs has no desire to be a baby, she is gung’ho on being older. I, who wear makeup maybe 2x a month, has a daughter who wants heels, makeup, my dresses and jewelry.

    Don’t get me wrong, she’s all kid – we’ve fashioned a mermaid costume out of a single pair of my hose and an old hankie and she is fit to be tied. Must send you a photo – it’s a riot.


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