Keeping track makes the thing matter,
leading to a wide-awake life.
The 2 generations down from me value this Earth
in a way I didn’t as a kid.
Value it in that they learn it & figure out how to care for it.
My grandkids’ parents know they have to be positive & constructive
to ward off intentional trumpian chaos w/ facts not fantasy.
Lots of science, history, nature, marches, writing, letter-writing, & talk.
Keeping track is vital. Our 6-year old notebook-keeping-Bird-watcher is learning this. A 420 character 9-liner.
As a kid, I knew I couldn’t turn the tide of Mama’s rage,
but I remember cowering off to the side
& trying to figure if I could lower the pitch & heat of it,
as if I were on the periphery of a fire,
angling to stay safe while hoping to douse it.
My next-younger sister got most of Mama’s
belting,hitting, slapping, & pinching.
We shared a bedroom, an island in the awful,
& when she left home, this sister became famous.
I get it. Putting all your kids through college is a Big Deal;
we did it for our 4, my father did it for his 7.
He used to say that tuition matched the price of a new car;
well, that’s changed. But what hasn’t changed
is that earning the $ to pay for college isn’t the only job of a parent.
How about kissing & hugging the wife & kids?
How about spending time &
keeping track of how the home-bound wife is doing?