No Way to Talk to Oneself…

I had to sigh and stop myself this morning.

Once again I had fallen into the trap of saying things to myself that I would not allow anyone (including and especially me) say to one of my children.

You know how it is. You make a mistake, or something goes wrong, or an experiment fails, and the words “stupid!” and “always!” are launched inside your head like misdirected torpedoes.

I wasn’t going to to do that any more.

But it is a habit that has to die. Really, this is beyond a “giving it up for Lent” thing. This is a thing that all of us, and perhaps especially women, have to work on. Yes, on some level, we all have to be our own severest critics (though surely there are people who seem to have volunteered, in all of our lives, for that position). But the law of kindness has to be in our heads before it can be on our tongues.

Rewinding the tape, re-evaluating my evaluation. Breathing, and not letting That Voice win the day.

David Cassidy’s Birthday

It’s David Cassidy’s birthday.

If the man had played his cards right, I would have been making him a lenten chocolate cake[1] today to share with our fourteen musically gifted and yet unpretentious children. But his loss is my gain. Since David Cassidy forgot to propose, I was available when my husband came into my life. So it worked out.

How bad a crush did I have on him? I learned the harmony to his songs, so I could step in for his back-up singers at the last minute.

I wrote not one but two love songs to him, both of which my younger brother later taught to my kids.

Through no choice of my own, he and I at one point had the same haircut. My mother’s hairdresser called it a “pixie cut” and said it would make me look like Shirley Jones. It made me look like David Cassidy. It was a female mullet.

We also had almost matching purple pantsuits with a vest. I think both of our mothers bought those for us.

I did not know that tacos existed until David Cassidy talked about going to the taco stand on “The Partridge Family.” I still didn’t know what this exotic food was for another ten years.

At his sold-out 1973 concert in Boston, I swear that he looked directly at me at one point when he sang. But so did everyone else there.

I am glad that he made it to be sixty-six today — so many child stars did not — and I hope he has a long, happy and musical life. Even if he did blow his chance to convert and propose.

I even had a godfather picked out for him.

[1] It is still Lent for Orthodox Christians, when we eat vegan. Lenten chocolate cake recipe to follow.