Sam stories: May 2008 Archives

Sam, Noah and I were in the car the other day heading to my sister-in-law's when Sam suddenly said, "Mom, I wish I could be all growed up."

God, do I remember that feeling when I was a kid. I was pretty young when my sister and older brother moved out of the house, but I do vaguely remember them being high-school age, worrying about pimples and groaning about how much homework they had.

It seemed so cool. I swore I'd never grumble about pimples (which I did) or complain about how much homework I had (sometimes I was stressed about it, but I was one of those sick kids who always kinda liked homework).

Sam's been afraid of monsters for a while now, but her fear only recently kicked into high gear.

She sees monsters everywhere: In her room. In my room. In the hallway. At Wal-Mart.

Recently, she had me move one of her beloved stuffed bears from her room to mine because, she said, he was going to eat her in the middle of the night.

Apparently he won't eat her in my room, though. I love the logic.

Sam is super-intense right now.

I'm talking always-in-hyper-drive, do-everything-125-percent, take-no-prisoners-and-leave-no-part-of-the-house-organized-in-any-way intense.

And oh, man, is it driving me nuts.

I think it's official: Sam has become as good an artist as I am.

Here are some recent drawings: