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Friday – Meet Bragen Grater
Nov. 6th, 2009 09:48 am.
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I like the silence around my house in the early mornings. Both my guys are sleeping – the little guy and the big one – and the only noises I hear are a slow melody of clicks: the clicking of the heating element on my little 4-cup coffee pot in the kitchen turning on and off, the clicking of my geriatric dog's nails as the walks across the tile floor, and of my fingers clicking on the keyboard here at the computer. No TV, no conversations, no distractions of any kind; just different kinds of clicks that accentuate the silence around them.
Once my little boy wakes up, it is hard to be on the computer, much less write. Sometimes I wish he had been twins, because he longs for someone to play with and it would be nice to be able to send him and his brother-I-forgot-to-make-for-him out in the backyard to play while I got some things done. When I try to do that with just him, he frowns and reminds me that he has no one to play with. People who come from households of multiple children think that an only child is spoiled because he doesn't have to share his parents' affections of his toys with anyone else. Only children, on the other hand, think that kids with siblings are lucky because have playmates. My son has created a playmate that he is going to meet someday, who will be able to come to the house and play with him whenever he feels alone.
"His name is Bragen," he told me. Bragen is a very unusual name, and it also happens to be my little boy's middle name.
( If you can't find a friend, you can always create one. )
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I like the silence around my house in the early mornings. Both my guys are sleeping – the little guy and the big one – and the only noises I hear are a slow melody of clicks: the clicking of the heating element on my little 4-cup coffee pot in the kitchen turning on and off, the clicking of my geriatric dog's nails as the walks across the tile floor, and of my fingers clicking on the keyboard here at the computer. No TV, no conversations, no distractions of any kind; just different kinds of clicks that accentuate the silence around them.
Once my little boy wakes up, it is hard to be on the computer, much less write. Sometimes I wish he had been twins, because he longs for someone to play with and it would be nice to be able to send him and his brother-I-forgot-to-make-for-him out in the backyard to play while I got some things done. When I try to do that with just him, he frowns and reminds me that he has no one to play with. People who come from households of multiple children think that an only child is spoiled because he doesn't have to share his parents' affections of his toys with anyone else. Only children, on the other hand, think that kids with siblings are lucky because have playmates. My son has created a playmate that he is going to meet someday, who will be able to come to the house and play with him whenever he feels alone.
"His name is Bragen," he told me. Bragen is a very unusual name, and it also happens to be my little boy's middle name.
( If you can't find a friend, you can always create one. )
