Letters to Samson - 27 -- Tell Me Your Secrets

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Subject: Letters to Samson - 27

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Holly

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Date Posted: 11:49:20 06/07/07 Thu
In reply to: Holly 's message, "Letters to Samson - 1" on 18:59:32 06/04/05 Sat

School is almost out. No day care this summer. No camp. Can't afford it. We used to have a voucher, but I gave it up after I stopped trying to work. It didn't seem right to leave an able-bodied parent wait-listed. Also, to keep the voucher, I would have had to swear that I cannot take care of you.

That may be true, in some ways, but I am not going to swear to it.

Also, I will not let you swim unless you're being watched by someone who carried you for nine months and gave birth to you.

Kindergarten went well. You turned out to be a most excellent student. In the last year, you have learned to pronounce pretty much everything. You've got phonics down. You read pretty well. You write pretty well. You've stopped saying "Linja" for "Ninja." And you asked me why I had not told you the right way to say it. I told you the truth. I like "Linja." I do.

And juiceball (grapefruit) and water melon truck (cement mixer) and a hundred other poetic metaphors you've named things. Why would I correct what gives me joy? Every day with you has been the sweetest day of summer, the kind of day I had in my grandmother's yard, with mimosa and honeysuckle hanging heavy on the heat devils that rose from asphalt patches in the concrete street. A day that breaks my heart.

A day that makes me hate the fall.

Sometimes, I miss my bean. Some days, I miss my little oompa loompa with the curly baby hair and the diaper butt. I still love you more every day, and when I think I've reached my limit, I hear you sing. Or I see the cat give you a full body snooking. Or I watch you wake up smiling.

And I think, it's all fine. It's all going to be just fine.

I love you.

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Letters to Samson - 28 More random bits	Holly	10:23:34 06/09/07 Sat