Projections and more
Dissolve and reconfigure somewhere else. Anywhere.
That’s how I felt when we recently cleared the busy public pool due to our son’s vomit pieces bobbing up and down around the playing children. Oh, yes, and exactly how I felt when I was using my super mom muscles to carry my 50 pounds of children through the crowded gymnasium for the gymnastics show when my older decided she couldn’t hold in her vomit. And projected an impressive distance and circumference as I spun around mid act to figure out who (yes WHO) all we were shooting. Sigh...But instead of dissolving, those moments, and the many more that fall in the same category, are frighteningly real, tangible almost. Deal with them, move on, and shrug your shoulders and say, Well, I hope they were done swimming and I bet they brought a change of clothes.
That’s how I felt when we recently cleared the busy public pool due to our son’s vomit pieces bobbing up and down around the playing children. Oh, yes, and exactly how I felt when I was using my super mom muscles to carry my 50 pounds of children through the crowded gymnasium for the gymnastics show when my older decided she couldn’t hold in her vomit. And projected an impressive distance and circumference as I spun around mid act to figure out who (yes WHO) all we were shooting. Sigh...But instead of dissolving, those moments, and the many more that fall in the same category, are frighteningly real, tangible almost. Deal with them, move on, and shrug your shoulders and say, Well, I hope they were done swimming and I bet they brought a change of clothes.
But then there are those moments that come along even more frequently that I wish I could save. Like when he follows her to the washroom every time so that, in her mind, he can learn for himself - early stages of potty training. And when she gets right in his faces and says, “SIST” over and over to help him learn to say sister. “Sist is easier, Mommy.” We’ll start with that. “I need you Mommy,” as she is falling asleep and then again when she wakes up - which is countered with the “I’m glad Mommies don’t come to ballet, because I’m getting BIGGER!”
Oh, the first few times he waves - vigourously, proudly, and enthusiastically when Nana and Pops leave. Like the never ending Japanese bowing, over and over again, and then one more time just to make sure they saw. And you can give me those grocery store kisses again, too. My two little people sitting side by side holding on to the cart handle, taking turns coming in for a kiss, and laughing each time.
Oh, you’re so silly.
Oh, the first few times he waves - vigourously, proudly, and enthusiastically when Nana and Pops leave. Like the never ending Japanese bowing, over and over again, and then one more time just to make sure they saw. And you can give me those grocery store kisses again, too. My two little people sitting side by side holding on to the cart handle, taking turns coming in for a kiss, and laughing each time.
Oh, you’re so silly.
Whether I want to dissolve or freeze in time, I admit that this parenting thing has be sold. Exhausting, embarrassing, funny, and heart warming. So today, let’s focus on today. I pledge to stay in the moment today. Embrace whatever moments are coming.
Live them, remember them, and be thankful.
Live them, remember them, and be thankful.
Great perspective to have on vomiting children.
ReplyDeleteI love your turn of phrase 'whether I want to dissolve or freeze in time'. Love the sentiment.
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