mama bear papa bear

I am mama bear. My instinct is to nurture, welcome, offer soup, cookies and tea to those who come into my home and family.

I am also papa bear. I am lion. I am protective. I am territorial. I am provider.

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not your average pear

I am addressing my great weekly class of 15 little boys at the white board this week.

They are adoring and adorable. They are 6 and 7 years old.

This week we were doing one of my favourite subjects; pears.

A pear is voluptuous and full of a range of colour. I must like to make things difficult for myself because these little guys would rather draw army figures or monsters.

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time and grief

Just last week I was telling someone that this month (today actually) marks 3 years since you died.

And then, just like, implausibly, some people take a long time to remember their age, I realized that I was off by a whole year.

It is two years. But you have to hush your grief in this world after 6 months. Or 6 weeks. No one wants to hear. You are supposed to move on.

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