My Otter’s Map

Everett is wanting to recreate the My Otter’s Map. Surely, if you’ve read the third Harry Potter book, you remember the My Otter’s Map. It’s really cool. It’s a magic map of Hogwarts that shows, with footprints, where everyone in the school is at the moment one is looking at the map. Very cool. Spectacularly cool.

You don’t remember it? Oh, maybe that’s because you know it as the Marauder’s Map. That, in fact, is it’s name. But Everett can’t say it properly. Or won’t try hard enough, excited as he is about the map itself, whatever its name might be.

I won’t be correcting him, of course. He’ll get it right soon enough. Heck, he’ll be reading Harry Potter soon enough. He absolutely whizzed through his reading lesson this morning. In no time at all he’ll be reading chapter books.

And that’s a theme, really, with me and parenting. “In no time at all….” We were out with friends the other night, and one of them mentioned the Batman costume, and all at once I realized that the Batman costume is a thing of the past. It’s still in his drawer, full of holes despite his Nana’s careful efforts to repair it. But he hasn’t worn it in months, after months (read a year and a half) of wearing it Whenever Possible. No, he doesn’t wear it anymore.

He lost another tooth the other night. He was munching on popcorn, and it just dropped out. It had been threatening to leave him any time, and then Ben accidentally popped him in the mouth with his elbow (Everett didn’t seem to mind) and severely loosened it (a hanging-by-a-thread kind of thing) and it just fell out while we were eating popcorn. After solemnly informing his father and me that we ourselves are the tooth-fairy (Imagine!), he put it under his pillow, and was pleased to find the next day a penny, a nickel, a dime and a quarter for his efforts.

He’s growing up, and it seems to be happening in no time at all.

“She started up with a cry, and saw the boy, and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan. He was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees; but the most entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth.”
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

4 thoughts on “My Otter’s Map

  1. I am So Glad that you took up blogging. Thank you for sharing your writing. Thank you thank you thank you!

    Now I should go over to my sorry site and post something entertaining …


  2. Who thought we would ever be sad to see Batman costumes stuffed in a drawer? Clothes carry us through time. I have some of my father’s clothes. I meant to put them into a quilt, but haven’t. I have stained bibs I need to pass on, but haven’t. Could it be that these two boys that can jump so far and run so fast needed Mommy to hold a spoon to their pudgy faces? I remember their first teeth and their first everything, although these memories are already beginning to fade. Today I spoke to Rebecca and said, “Do you remember when free time and laundry were not related?” I suppose from now on they will always be linked. Laundry and free time. But laundry shows love in some ways–taking care of us. (Not that I mind sharing the love.) My mother is the queen of laundry. She can fold a sheet–even the fitted kind until it is smooth and flat and fits beautifully in the linen closet. No stain has stood before Mom and her arsenal of removers. She was the keeper of the baskets. She ironed my dad’s handkerchiefs. He’s gone now, and she doesn’t iron them anymore. I doubt she could stand for long now to iron anyway. I wonder if she misses that. The smell of starch spray reminds me of mom ironing late at night, slowly, quietly except for the steam from the iron. I rarely iron, but the smell and sounds of it would bring me comfort if I could hear my mom in our old kitchen again.


  3. Thanks for reading, Dad, and for enjoying it.

    Thanks for encouraging me, tworivers, and yes, high-tail it over to that sorry site of yours and give me something to read! 🙂

    Hi Haying, and thanks for writing. Your reflections on your mother and ironing are lovely, and worth expanding on. If/when you do, I’d love to read it. I’m going to be writing something on memory soon, so keep posted.


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