In Which The Mommy Is Rendered Speechless

We seem to be in a parenting stage in which Butterfly does not see the need to do what Mommy and Daddy say.  We have been discussing obedience for quite a while.  Since she is so verbal for her age and sounds much older than she actually is, it is sometimes difficult to know how much to expect from her.  After all, she won't be three until the end of next month.

Today at the library, Butterfly found it an impossible task to stay beside me and instead decided to run up and down the rows in a very un-quiet manner.  Consequently, when we got to the car, she was not allowed to look at a new book she had picked out herself.  After the drama of her tears passed, we had this conversation while driving to the grocery store:

B: Mommy, can you just be happy?

M:  Yes, I can.  And can you obey me? (she knows what that word means)

B: (shaking her head no)

M: You know, if you don't obey me, bad things will happen, like time out or not getting to look at your book.

B: I don't want bad things to happen!

M: Then you should obey me.  If you obey me, good things will happen!

B: Why can't you just be a good mommy?  Why don't you not ask me [to do] things?

M: (crickets chirping)

My husband said (when I called him in shock) that it sounds like something he would have said.  Well, then.

To Sing of Brightness and Beauty, Part II

To honor the life and commemorate the death of Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, who died Sunday at the age of 89, I am reposting one of my earlier entries. I hope he had those many days of joy that were just a preview of the eternity of delight he is surely now experiencing.

Here's a quote from Cancer Ward, by Alexandr Solzhenitsyn, one of my favorite novels (and authors) ever: The author is describing the character Vera Gangart:

Her smile was kind, not so much her smile as the lips themselves. They were vital seperate lips, which seemed about to flutter from her face like a lark into the sky. They were made, as all lips are, for kissing, yet they had other more important work to do: to sing of brightness and beauty.

Everyone should read that book and really anything else by Solzhenitsyn. As you can see from the paragraph above, he has a lovely way with words. I am trying to read more of his work, but he wrote so accurately about the oppression in the Soviet Union that much of his work is very, very sad and disturbing (though Cancer Ward is, surprisingly, not so sad and kind of funny at times).

For his trouble and talents, he was arrested many times, tossed into the gulag (prison camp) and was eventually exiled to Kazakhstan. He also won an Nobel prize for literature, which may have saved his life. It brought him and his work so much attention from the outside world that the Soviets couldn't really kill him without a big uproar. He eventually left (escaped?) the USSR, and he now lives in Vermont. For a brief biography of this remarkable author and man, go here.

Also, if you are an artistic person, you MUST read his Nobel prize acceptance speech located here. Wow.

Now read his books! You can start with A Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich; it's really short and covers one day in the life of a gulag prisoner. Then be sure and read Cancer Ward. (By the way, the author also had a bout with cancer when he was in exile and spent time in a soviet cancer ward. And we think our lives are hard...) For some really sad but true non-fiction, you can read The Gulag Archipelago about life in the former Soviet Union.

Thank you, Mr. Solzhenitsyn, for believing in a better world than the one you saw around you and for persevering to show us that art really can change things. May the rest of your life be peaceful, and may you see as many days of joy as you did sorrow.