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Attitude - Age

2/10/2013

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I was asked by Caleb Pirtle III to write a blog series on his widely popular site Venture Galleries, and I am very honored to accept.  Here is the first installment, and while you are on the Venture Galleries site, browse around...the photos are amazing!



Jude froze, standing in the dirt parking lot, and looked around to see if anyone heard her daughter’s comment.

“What, honey?” she whispered.

“I saw it sticking straight up, mommy, it looked like a white hair,” Alicia said while carefully navigating the wide chasm every five year old must brave getting out of a Ford Expedition.

A few other late arrivals to Kindergarten were jogging with kids in tow, but no one was paying them any attention in their haste.

With Alicia standing in the dirt, Jude opened the passenger door, jumped in and flipped the visor to reveal the mirror.

“Shit!” she breathed while smoothing the hair at the back of her part.

The bell rang.

“Come on, Mommy, we’re late!” yelled Alicia.

Jude slammed the visor up, jumped down from the seat, slammed the door, and pushed the lock button on her key fob.

She grabbed Alicia’s hand, and said, “Mommy’s going to go potty when we get in class, okay, honey?” while pulling her across the street and up the steps.

“But, Mommy, you promised to read with me!” Alicia whined, running to keep up.

“I will, honey, I just need to go the bathroom first, okay?”

All the students were sitting on the alphabet rug with their little red paper books, reading to their respective partners when Jude and Alicia entered the classroom.

Jude ushered Alicia past the teacher with an apologetic, exasperated roll of her eyes, and pulled her daughter to an empty space on the rug.

Smoothing the hair on the top of her head, she glanced around the room and assessed which adults were present.  The same few moms she saw during the daily drop off of kindergarteners – all in their mom uniforms of t-shirts and jeans or sweat pants, and one rather good looking father obviously on his way to work, looking uncomfortable sitting on the rug in his grey suit.

One adult and child were off to the side near the hallway to the bathroom, the little girl crying, while the adult, who Jude could only assume was her grandmother with long salt and pepper hair hanging over her face, bent low and spoke in soft, comforting tones.  There was at least one student almost every day with separation anxiety, and this one looked like she didn’t want grandma to leave.

Jude thought the women’s healthy thick hair would be beautiful if she would just dye it, for Christ’s sake!

“Mommy will be right back, Alicia, so go get your book, and start practicing your reading, okay?!”  And, without waiting for an answer, she was walking toward the restroom sign.

Safely inside with the door locked, she took her nail clippers out of her makeup bag...(Read on)



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Stephen Woodfin link
2/11/2013 08:59:11 am

Mary Kathryn,

Thanks for submitting this fine piece to Venture Galleries. Since I now have a lot more gray hairs where red used to be, I can identify. My wife had our youngest daughter when she was thirty-nine. So all the way through our kids' school years, we were do it yourself grandparents. Your story has a great moral for all of us. Regards, Stephen Woodfin

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Mary Kathryn Johnson link
2/12/2013 02:36:59 am

Thanks so much Stephen! I had my last one at thirty-eight, so I know of what I speak!

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David L Atkinson link
2/11/2013 04:32:21 pm

Grey's rule ok!!! Great post MK

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Mary Kathryn Johnson link
2/12/2013 02:37:56 am

They absolutely do, David! Thank you for the kind words.

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Claude Nougat link
2/13/2013 02:31:56 am

Love grey...My husband calls me "il mio lupo grigio" (somehow that sounds nicer in Italian - translation: my grey wolf...hum!)

Nice post, thanks for sharing, enjoyed it very much!

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Mary Kathryn Johnson link
2/13/2013 06:32:42 am

Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for visiting, Claude! I don't know...I would be flattered if my husband called me that in either language (and very impressed if he could pronounce it properly in Italian). Sounds mysterious, beautiful and powerful...all the things I would like to believe about myself! Buon Giornatta! Ciao ~

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