Archive for April, 2009

A confession

Posted in Adoption, Mumblings on April 21, 2009 by Brad

I have been trying to decide what to with this blog. I no longer write here very often. Partly because when I do take the time to write something of substance, I have to deal with it being picked to pieces. Which is OK, that is why I write it in a public environment. But at the same time it is disheartening because even people who are supposed to be on “my side” take exception to my comments on occasion. If I am not even understood by those who should understand me best, obviously I am not writing well enough and thereby making matters worse.

So, I closed the blog for awhile. And I debated deleting. I looked over some of my old posts. And I found this. And I am ashamed because I must confess that now I cannot recall when Lamia sat properly on her own for the first time, despite fretting over Sprog’s parents not being able to remember the same thing about him. Guess I do not deserve Lamia either.

But anyways, I could not bring myself to delete the old posts. Some of them are important reminders of my own imperfection and mortality. Others may just possibly be read by someone who learns something and just maybe gets to be a dad instead of a birth father because of something I have said. Probably not. But you never know.

So it stays, and I will update with fluff and stories for Lamia. And maybe one day I will finish writing out the adoption story. When I really feel the need to punish myself.

Thank you to everyone who has read and commented over the years (just realized this blog recently had its third birthday).


Puff wants to play

Posted in Fiction for kids on April 21, 2009 by Brad

Puff is a puppy. Puff loves his family. But most of all, Puff loves to play.

Puff says: Lily, will you play with me?

Lily says: Go away Puff. I am sleeping.

Puff says: Mommy, will you play with me?

Mommy says: Not right now Puff. I am busy fixing dinner.

Puff says: Daddy, will you play with me?

Daddy says: Later Puff. I need to mend this torn book.

Puff says: Lamia, will you play with me?

Lamia says: I am too little to play with you Puff.

Puff is sad. Nobody will play with him. He goes to fetch his ball and tosses it around near Lily. Lily opens one eye. Puff bounces over to Lily and says: Lily, will you play with me now?

Lily says: Come on Puff, let’s play ball!

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.