Give me this, I want that, look the shoes are so cool!
summer memories fade as it is time to pick up crayons and tools.

The metamorphis each year and each child is in a new grade.

How I miss the old ways, but I guess they couldn't just stay.
P.E., real cooked food and an active day
replaced by more curriculum, computer and sitting in chairs all the way.

This year my three will walk to school, but must cross a four lane highway;
I was told there have been some incidents, but that was all they would say.

I suppose city council and I will meet and complain about no signs or flashing lights or warnings of children crossing the street.

A mother's fear not easily subdued, does it take an accident for someone to hear?

The beginning of a new year after we left the east coast, rain and my family are what I miss the most.

Everyday in little ways our family has become one. All of the children call him dad and what dad says stays.

In her terror and pain, when hurt my oldest cried "I want dad."
Moments across the last three months have been poignant and yet sad.

My youngest is suddenly aware that he has a father, and though he may act out, reassurance and discipline has been sought out, sometimes mom isn't to bother.

The occasional voice on the phone has no reality to the three.
He's just a phone call with promises that never come to be.

Instead they have a real father to look up to even if he lacks the background, but to them he is the man to be found.

The beauty of things done right, now I love this family with all my might.