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The Six Year Old Explains Sci Fi

I haven't really seen that many movies, but I do know which ones I like

and which ones I don't


And I don't really like the Titanic, and I'm not sure why that girl wasn't wearing any clothes, and the guy had to die at the end, or why my mom seems to like the movie so much, and my dad tells me we'll watch a real movie later next and he says sorry to me and my brother for bringing us along, but my younger brother is just learning to talk and I don't mind too much because of the popcorn and the soda because we never have popcorn at home and I never get to drink soda after it gets dark except for movie night.


Besides, whenever I got bored I just started thinking about Apollo 13 and I start thinking if they can fix a ship crashing in space, you'd think they'd be able to stop a ship sinking in the water and maybe I don't know too much about science, but I know that fixing things is a good thing and that both my mom and dad fix things, although my mom fixes people and my dad fixes ships, and my mom talks about the Titantic, she says words like 'broken hearts' and I ask her if she can fix them, and she smiles and says yes and when my dad talks about Apollo 13, he says words like differential equations and fluid dynamics, and I'm not really sure what any of that means, but dad says that one day, if I want to, I might learn.


So next week, we're going to see Jurassic Park with our new video tape player and dad says it's a pain in the word mom won't let him say to install, but we can watch movies on our little tv and I think that's really cool that we don't have to go out to see movies and that our tv doesn't just play cartoons. And when I see the dinosaurs on the screen and people getting hurt, I ask mom if she can fix them and I ask dad if he could stop the dinosaurs, but there's also this part of me that doesn't want to stop the dinosaur because they're really cool.


And when mom and dad realize this, they go on a computer and they use something called the internet and find a place that has real dinosaurs, except their not real, just moving models, but it's still the coolest thing and they take my picture with all of the cool dinosaurs.


And the week after that, my dad's away on a ship and he will be for a while, but he gives us a gift and says it was one of his favorite movies and it's called Star Wars and I'm hoping that there's more space, and more dinosaurs, and my mom works in the morning while we're in school, but the weekend is coming up and I show her my good grades in math and science and reading and she smiles and says okay, we'll watch one more.


And dad's going to be back soon. He has to fix things with science, like mom does only different. And I can't wait till I fix things.

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     I awake groggily from a dream, a fragment of something that so quickly slips from memory. I roll over onto my back and stretch my legs from the fetal position I sleep in. To my right, I catch sight of two sleeping beauties curled up back to back. My oldest daughter, 6 years old, cuddles her stuffed kitty as her back meets the back of my youngest, 13 months, who is facing me. Dawn's sunlight brushes their skin with a golden coat of warmth. Marie's long dark hair fans out above her head, some strands laying across the baby's arms. I chuckled at the thought of Adelaide awaking to find such a discovery and in instant mischievousness tugs at it. Adelaide herself has a few auburnish strands laying across her face. No matter how I try, I can not keep those strands from finding their place in her face.

     I see golden skin of the baby's contrast against Marie's dark tan. I often wonder how to describe the beauty in different skin tones, one so easily displayed before my eyes. The contrast of their difference is just lovely. I think people would rather one not point out the difference in skin tones, but how can you not when there are so many, lovely, creamy, rich colors. I like to think that these are different colors of the Earth's ground and the skin tones of each region can be found there. So perhaps in Korea, there is a yellowish clay that would describe my skin tone.

     I gaze upon my children, taking in their sight, so sweet and silent in the early morning sun rays. This will be the only moment I have such an opportunity, because upon their awakening it will be a whirlwind of cries out to mommy, tears and laughter, and chores. Sitting up I look at Marie's face. I remember all the moments that I gather throughout each day, as I realize how much she's grown. She's becoming a real beauty. Oh how I hope the boys don't notice. It's a tenuous time for her. Wanting to be babied like her younger sister, but at the same time growing up so maturely and quickly. It's a balance of guiding her as she grows, and still giving her the love and affection she wants. Some moments I have to wonder if perhaps I'm a bit too hard on her, treating her older than what she really is. 

      My mind drifts lazily into random thoughts when I realize how early Marie climbed into bed last night. I wonder if she had a bad dream? She usually doesn't get into bed with us until the break of dawn. Oh joys of co-sleeping. I guess they never really do get out of bed do they? I think back to last night as my husband and I curl into bed with Adelaide between us. "When will we have our bed back?", is the question of the night. Every night.

      Perhaps one night Adelaide will be sleeping in her own bed and Marie will be too old to climb into bed with us. But not after we have other children, who will also, probably get into the habit of finding comfort with us at night. It will be awhile before we have our bed back. Or at least I hope.

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She Shines

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