These moments, My moments... The times when I think that I may never be able to bond with my stubborn, bossy, sassy, mouthy (identical to me) five year old daughter. When I feel like collapsing and having yet another bout of tears over the idea that my sweet wide eyed girl has already outgrown her momma. Then. This. I woke up to the feeling of my head in a fishbowl and dizziness overwhelming as my stomach radiated pain that was in competition with all three labors. As I shuffled slowly to the kitchen to gather breakfast for the little ones, I found myself nearly unable to continue walking and settled instead to crawling myself back through the living room and into the bed. While lying curled up, and momentarily crippled, I heard a pair of small voices approaching the bed. Momma? Hy-yuh Mmmuh-muh! Peering over my blankets at the wide eyes that greeted me, I knew, no amount of strength or conviction would be enough to pull me more than once from this mound of hibernation. So I began to mentally calculate what I might reasonably do, to stave off the normal jack in the box care that happens daily at their 4;00 am rising. Could I double layer Judas diapers? Put out a couple bowls of cereal overfull with a water bottle hanging from the bedpost? Could I feed Baby thrice and lay him back down? Realizing almost immediately this wasnt possible (Really!?) and I was going to have to get up and fight through this the rest of the day ( What!? are you serious!?) I broke down into tears. Mom?! Whats a matter wif you?! Mmmmuh-ma Whis a wong a you? Jeriahs mini voice echos, mirroring her concern. Oh honey, Mommas really feeling sick, it hurts to move... Suddenly I felt a gentle hand on my cheek and a bitty head on my shoulder. Oh Momma, is ok, you wiwl be OK. here wem me hewlp you inta the bed. Placing her hand from my cheek to my shoulder she gently pressed my head into the pillow. After pulling the sheets up to my eyebrows and tightly tucking another blanket to my feet, She grabbed me a bottle of water from the fridge. Here Momma, drink this aaaaaaall GONE, I dont wanna see any of it left cause if I do you wont be better and we don need that! You needa be better, cause youre SO sick!! Trying to suppress the giggle of pure joy at the innocent sweetness of my oldest peanut, I grabbed her and gave her a hug. I was still in a momentary quandry over how I was going to get out of bed to care for them when I heard My Tzuri girl start singing the sweetest song that might have ever been sung. Oh sweet Mommy dont be scared, I wilwl be here for you awl day lowng. If you want to cry you can jus think about me and then your cries wont want to come out. Cause they wiwl know I Loooo-oooooo-ooove You! *Sniffle (my cries came back) Or When God Decides to show me why he made children So Dang sweet and cute!! (He knew we wouldnt have made it past generation one otherwise...) This Moment My Moment The inevitable days, when sending my little ones to bed takes till the next morning, Like last night, where every time I settled myself down I heard the thump and pound of my eldest son looking for ways to escape. Numerous times I went to his bedroom to Tickle, Tuck in, Read a story, Restart Toy Story or just plain threaten him with any number of the useless classics: ONE, TWOOooooo (He always chimes in happily here) Freeeeeee! Hey Jeriah do I need to get Daddy in here? If I have to tell you ONE MORE TIME..... Dont MAKE me pull over... (Oh wait) The sounds and disruptions had begun to settle down and I was prepared to claim victory, when suddenly I heard my big boys voice muffled through the door. Heh-woooooah? ISa eeeneee biddy uh-week out dere? Heh-Woooooooah?? Kin uh hep me Peeeeas? Feeling myself rapidly slide to the end of my rope, I got up quickly and angrily pulled open the heavy door, leaving no room for interpretation the why of my visit Jeriah Isaiah Anderson!! (kneeling down to pick him up from his toy pile)What are you still doing awa... Hy-yah Mmmmmuh-MA! Giiiiiii Mee a Beee Hug! He interrupts me with a bear hug around my throat. I So Happeee a Seeeeee you Mmmuhma, is SO Good tis see you! Stumbling backward, with him on top of me I hug him back and feel a little of the stern begin to melt (wait hes in trouble) Jeriah, you were supposed to be in be... Putting his head on my shoulder, he gently strokes my cheek. Mmmmmom-uh? He interrupts again (in his, reserved only for serious trouble voice) Giiiiii Meee a kessses peeeeeas? (I kid you not when I say he is currently fluttering his eyelashes at me) Setting him into his bed, I give him the requested kiss on his cheek, (wrapped around his finger? {well Id have to loosen the knot and dissolve the glue to confirm that...}) Turning from the bed, I begin to wonder if I might actually be in a little trouble with this beautiful blue eyed monster and my own inability to be stern and lay him down... Mmmuh-ma? Yes Honey? Looking down at him as he currently pats his chubby cheeks gently... Kin you moe kess me peas? I nee a moe kesses on dis! Yup. I AM in Trouble.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 03:47:35 +0000
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