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a fitting finale
By heather | October 13, 2008
I come to a lot of what I think are profound realizations in writing on this blog (for as pathetic and sparse as my writing has been the last three months). Probably none of these tokens of brilliance are anything that someone else hasn’t figured out already but just like my two year old, I figured it out myself! Gold star!
There have been some difficult days the past few months, difficult weeks - moments when I’d love to dramatically take to my bed and check out of life for a few hours. Or have myself a good, sobbing woe-is-me type of cry.
Everytime that happens though, Alex won’t let me.
Today is my last day on leave, so it’s only natural that I get in line for the emotional roller coaster.
Tears pricked my eyelids when we all went to get our morning coffee and realized that Gus, the drive-through guy with a thick accent who calls me sweetheart and tells me my total is “two porty poor”, was not there.
It’s a federal holiday so I won’t get to say goodbye to the mailman.
No more park in the early morning, no more Imagination Movers while EK has her morning bottle. No more gym classes and crafty projects. No more Law and Order during naptime.
Finally, FINALLY I understand Alex when he talks. What’s going to happen to all this? How am I going to function when I have to stick to someone else’s schedule?
As I drove to the park in a haze of tears, I looked in the rearview mirror in time to see Alex reaching over and pinching his baby sister’s nose and making a honking sound which meant I had to snap out of it and act like a mom, i.e. tell him to knock it off.
And then, as I sat here surfing and listening to EK’s baby snores, I heard Alex cry only 20 minutes after going down for a nap. Usually that means he’s pooped (”in the pants” sense, not in the “tired” sense).
I picked him up and he wrapped his little arms around my neck and buried his face in my hair and I started to get teary-eyed over not being there for naps anymore. We snuggled for a minute and I changed him. Then I noticed he was holding his hand out and still crying a little.
BECAUSE IT WAS COVERED IN POOP.
At least, what was left after smearing some on my neck.
AWESOME.
It’s impossible to enjoy an entire day of sappy crying and “don’t make me leave you” type woes when the subjects of your heartache are still wearing Pampers.
See? Profound.
Topics: nostalgia, parenting, toddler stuff |
October 13th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
Poop really puts things into perspective.
Miss’s last blog post..Please! Don’t act like you didn’t know?
October 13th, 2008 at 3:51 pm
Yeah nothing whisks away the tears as quickly as poop.
skiplovey’s last blog post..A trip to the mall turns into an hour on the shrink’s couch