Just Write {135}

May 13, 2014

Lately he has been hanging out with me, just sitting there on the couch or plopping down on the floor, flat on his back, while I hang clothes in my closet. He talks and talks and talks. Mostly about Legos or Star Wars or other things that he thinks about all the time.

The other night, at bedtime, he said he couldn’t get to sleep because of his busy mind. My brain tries to focus on so many things at once, he said. It won’t stop going fast from thing to thing.

Oh how I know. And how I wish I could slow it down for him, this boy with his mother’s brain. But I can’t, and maybe he’ll be a writer or think quick on his feet in his work, whatever it is. Maybe he’ll think up the greatest new thing to help people, because of his ideas, the ones that never never slow down or stop coming. He’ll be exhausted, but it is what it is.

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I went to school on Friday for Kindergarten Mother’s Day Pampering. Asher gave me a massage and painted my stubby fingernails and put make up on me and did my super short hair, which was tricky. He was so excited. He was doing that thing he does where he hops up and down and flaps his arms, so much love-energy.

Then he sang to me, about loving me and being thankful for me and I cried. His getting-too-long bangs are right above his eyelashes right now and the rest is all shaggy, and his glasses slide down his nose a little and he sniffles a little when he pushes them up.

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She has started to say, I love you too much, Mommy. Is there a better thing to hear? I’m pretty sure she thinks she’s saying, I love you so much, but I’m totally cool with too much. She loves longhorns and stories about them, and she accidentally calls them pigs a lot. Then we laugh. She talks all the time and asks so many questions and she’s not even three. But she will be in less than a month and I have no idea how that happened. There was this colicky baby and then this clumsy toddler who screamed a lot and now there’s this little girl, with long blonde hair and the hugest blue eyes and so much that she knows already. She is intuitive and speaks her mind all the time.

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Mother’s Day is really, for me, a way to stop and think about what mothering these three kids means to me. I think about this a lot. But on Mother’s Day, while they brought me breakfast in bed and flowers and a card and they all hopped up and down, flapping, I was so sure I would love to keep them just as they are and I’d also love to keep watching them change. It’s weird, and the best thing.

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Robbie May 13, 2014 at 12:49 pm

Love-energy is a beautiful description. I bit my lip and tried not to sob thru my first Mother’s Day since my mom died in January. I appreciated the handmade cards and keychains but I just did not want this day.
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Lisa May 13, 2014 at 9:43 pm

I can’t imagine anything is better than hearing ‘I love you too much.’ So glad you had such a sweet Mother’s Day :)
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Cynthia | The Hippie Housewife May 14, 2014 at 12:43 am

I so recognize that feeling of loving if they would stay exactly as they are and also loving to watch them grow and change. It’s a strange pull within me, those two opposite things.
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Emily Cook May 14, 2014 at 6:50 am

Oh I love these little snippets so much! (too much!)
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