Today
December 13, 2007 – 7:41 pmToday I am finding….
Little socks, finger prints, and smudges of unknown substances. I see little pants wadded into a heap forming two perfect circles where their little legs left them. Small treasures inserted carefully into the VCR opening. Shoes separated and haphazardly scattered. Bath tubs that are littered with toys. Kitchen rugs sprinkled with "Rich Chocolatey Ovaltine" so they can fill up the flat bed of the tractor with "DiRT". I see hersey kisses wrappers along side fishy crackers that have been ground into the carpet. One giant green bulb suringe, perfect for sucking out the noses of sick kids. I see the stack of diapers that have yet to be taken to the back porch for morning removal. Small doodles of things they want for Christmas on their letters to Santa.
Today I am hearing…..
"Stop Talking back there! Mommy is lost and she needs to think!" Me (driving in the car)
"Oh no If you are lost Mom that means I am lost too!! OH NOOOO! Don’t go the wrong way anymore OK?" Thing 1
"Mom, Santa has a strange voice. He says, "HO HO HO!" Thing 1 (In his deepest Santa-esk voice)
"You just gotta stop kissin me Mom you’re givin me the Hiccups" Thing 1 (For him Mom Kisses means you’ll get the hiccups. Thanks Higgley Town heros, for that one!)
"ABC DEFG HI JK TUV Now I know My BBCs Next Time won’t you sing with MEEEE!" Thing 2
Giggling finally from the Fish! He has been so bogged down with the winter plague he has lost all his little funny personality.
The other day I ran dead into a wall of reality. Just a small fleeting thought passed through my mind. "This is temporary." I won’t be doing this everyday?? This changes. Instantly I started sucking in those precious little hugs with tiny arms that only reach to my shoulder blades. Or the ones that squeeze the ever living love out of your neck. I want those everyday! Like I get them now. So now it is different, the focus, I mean. Now I am not staying up late to just remind myself what silence sounds like. I am resting so I can hear what my children’s cries, laughs, and conversations are like. Instead of reading my books I am listening to the kids read me their books. Sucking down every last bit of them while they are this little. And hopefully recording all the funny things they
Who knows the answer to "Mom just can’t I stay awake all night?" Maybe a resounding "You go right ahead!"
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