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I need one, And, yes, a couple of those crayons were a little bit used; they were in my purse so that Willow could draw while we waited to see my doctor. I just waited too long to take the photo.
Today was hard. I can’t really get into all the details since the boy involved wouldn’t be very pleased, but I can say that one of my kids was upset after school and took off, running away from me. I let him go, partly because I know him so very well that I knew he’d run it off and come back when he was ready, and partly because my arms were full of lunchboxes, valentines, coats and my empty tea mug. The other boy decided, totally against my made-very-clear-to-him wishes, to follow him and try to talk him into coming back. It came from a place of wanting to help, but what ended up happening was that while I was talking so Sophie, who was also upset, Willow got lost because she followed him. We know lots of people at the school, and Willow knows the maintenance man and the secretary, so I figured she was okay. But, still, it really scared me that she’d go looking for the van which was across the road. I walked all around the school, crying because I couldn’t find her and because my son not only wouldn’t speak to me, he wouldn’t even let me get near him. It didn’t have anything to do with me, but he was mad at me all the same.
By the time a sobbing, snot-nosed Willow was brought to me by two boys we know, I was feeling so crushed and awful. I got everyone home, with more drama, and ended up dumping my armload of everyone’s stuff on the front porch, telling the kids to go inside and be with John for awhile and then heading back out the front gate. I sat on the cement driveway, crying because I feel like I’m doing this all wrong. I didn’t want to be anyone’s mother in that moment.
Finally, I came inside and starting doing things I needed to. I paid a bunch of bills, then left to walk over to the store for stamps. As I walked out the front door, this
caught my eye. I planted those bulbs a few years ago, maybe in the winter of 2001-2002 when we first moved in here. Every year some of them come up, but they rarely survive the stomping feet and bike tires and hardly ever get to bloom. Still, it was good to see them there. I know it’s sappy and lame, but seriously, sprouting plants are hope in cellular form. I got outside the gate and remembered that I had the box of crayons in my bag still, so I took them out and took a few pictures of them. When I opened them for Willow this morning that smell and the sight of them all so perfectly lined up took me right back. I need fresh starts now and then, and they are difficult to come by when you’ve got so many people depending on you. This weekend we are going to rearrange the living room, and that will have to tide me over until I can make other changes.
After I got stamps and paid the bills, I realized that I needed to make a trip to Hole Foods. So I went alone, listening to loud music and feeling a little better. In the store I suddenly remembered Rescue Remedy. I found it and bought some and dosed myself before driving home.
Also, since I was taking pictures inside the van. . .
Altoids make me feel better, too.
I came back from the store and had a tearful making up session with the kids. They probably think I’m a little unbalanced these days and they are right. I’m stressed and tired and feeling so inept at raising them. Right now the big kids are with their dad and step mom, Willow is watching Simpsons.** John is out at a concert. I’m going to take a bath with Willow, put her to bed and go hang out with these goodies that somehow ended up in my grocery cart.
I just remembered there is a ripe mango in the kitchen waiting for me too.
Have a lovely weekend, take a hot bath and read a good book.
**I know. There are references to prositutes and sex and Willow has learned to say "What the hell. . . " but deep down under its offensive exterior, the Simpsons is all about doing what’s right and making us laugh.
I was just thinking as I popped in the dvd for her that maybe part of my parenting failure comes from my inability to be consistent. For example: the kids are allowed to watch the Simpsons, but not Family Guy. Talk about mixed messages!
One of the worst things about parenting more than one child is that feeling like you need to be in two places at once. It’s so overwhelming it makes me want to hide from everyone who needs me.
Hopefully you’re having a nice weekend moving the furniture around.
I’m crying for you mama–I don’t know why but this just made my heart ache for you and having to deal as you do. I think you do a great job and I feel for you with the heart of a mama in a similar boat–yours is just fuller.
Ahoy mate! I’ll toss you the wine, you toss me the altoids.
I think that the Simpson’s vs Family Guy thing is what makes you such a great mom. I completely agree that those shows are different, sometimes the things you don’t want your kids exposed to comes from your own gut instinct of what is inappropriate and what is not, and not from other people’s opinions. If that makes any sense.
Since we cannot give them picture perfect childhoods it is the sum total of their childhood that is important, not just one day or even one year. Were they loved? Did you teach them how to take care of themselves? Did you teach them to be kind to others? You do, you have, your a wonderful mom.
You have the most special heart. I am so glad you choose to share it. Hugs and hugs and hugs from here.
Sigh……. that entry made my heart ache. We all have these kinds of moments. Wow, don’t our children rip our hearts our and make it sing at the same time? Thinking of you.
p.s. I was wishing we could see the whole heart mobile in your Flikr. I keep wondering how it is constructed. So sweet. Take Care.
You’re too nice! That’s why you feel so bad.
you’re really not making me comfortable with the idea of my kids getting older.
but i’ll have booze, right? 😉
You’re really such a great mom. Wish I could give you a big hug.
you left such lovely words my way. thank you.
and then this: i love the realness and rawness of what you wrote – and how you juggle it and have humor, well…bravo, sister.
Not sure how I missed this post — but I’ve been very scarce in blog world these days so…
Anyway, it touched me. Life is hard, yes? Very lovely photos. I hope you got a bit of a breather.
And, you know what? I totally agree with you — The Simpsons yes, Family Guy no. It’s vibes. Simpsons good, Family Guy bad.
Yay! I saw the pictures of the heart mobile! My first reaction was to be horrified that my comment made another obligation for you. Thank you.
My son and I have been making one today while he is sick with the flu. It just makes me so happy…from the stick hunting to the little blanket stitching he is doing around his hearts.