Just Write {97}

August 12, 2013

August 26th is the first day of school. 13 more days and we’ll be in a totally different stage of life, just like that.

Today I was easily annoyed and trying to forgive myself. We moved, we’ve been Together a LOT this summer and it’s been so good, but still. Together. We’ve had a sick week and haven’t been able to do much of anything and I’m ready to knock some walls down, or something.

Asher came up to me, looked at me with his Asherness and he asked if I would help him sort the Legos, by color. Really? I asked. All of them?

YUP. We need to do that so then we can make a Lego city and be able to find all the pieces!

Oh…okay, just let me finish my coffee and then I’ll help you. (My eyes were only half open.)

I went to the playroom, still in my pajamas and with a second cup of coffee and I sat on a little kid’s chair at one end of the Lego table and Asher was at the other end and he chattered on and on about Lego plans, Star Wars and other boy things. I asked him if he knew that when he starts kindergarten he’s going to make good friends. He didn’t answer. He’s so nervous about school that he doesn’t like to think about it or talk about it. I dropped it, with another red Lego brick into the red compartment. Tink.

We sat there like that for such a long time that my grown up body started to get very sore in that little kid chair. We laughed and talked and did nothing but tink tink tink sorting the Legos. I had no idea why sorting them by color would help with a Lego city but I didn’t really care. This was something to do, concrete. Clear. Easy. Repetitive. Mindless. Together.

It turned into me organizing the entire playroom of course while also never finishing all the sorting of all the bricks. The boys didn’t even start a Lego city but they started several arguments with each other. Elsie got up and came in and un-did a lot of the sorting and shouted NO at her brothers a lot.

Still, there was something beautiful about all of this. These waning days are here for us and we’re here, just being us. At the end of the day, I’m tired of so many things and yet I stand in the hallway, like I did tonight, outside their rooms after they’re freshly tucked. I wait to shush them if they start to stall or keep each other up….but really I’m reveling for a moment, in the quiet, yes, and in us.


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