Thursday, July 30, 2015

So many versions of life

This morning while at work, I got this email from one of our neighbors:

Your wonderful children came over this morning to help with yard work -  yea- they are so fine!
 
But I realized as I'm back inside that my trousers are completely ripped over my butt so my fanny was probably  on display as I was working outside.  
 
AND  I showed them my stitches (there is a big bandage over my eye)
 
AND
 as they were leaving (with fruit leather w/out your ok) they read my note to self: "Don't drink beer when carrying lawn chairs".  (Only two beers and after the Hornsby concert A,A&I were walking to the MAX and I turned around and then it was down and call 911).
 
Anyway,  feel too much info (esp w/the clothing  failure) so call if any questions.  
 
It made me laugh.
 
A couple hours later, all my clients had left, and I was cleaning the tables where we'd eaten lunch.  A coworker of mine (in a different program) was on the phone to Addis Ababa, loudly speaking Somali, her native language.  She hung up and put her head down on the table.  I asked if she was okay, and she told me the news that last Wednesday her 11-year-old brother died.  He was playing soccer, got a stomach-ache, and after bouts of diarrhea, they took him to the emergency room where he died.  Now her stepfather is very sick, and she's trying to talk to her family.
 
I expressed how sorry I am about this, and she thanked me with a shrug, saying, "This is life." 
 

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Quiet

We're halfway through summer vacation, and I love this time of year.  I hate being hot, but I hate even more waking up early to get children to school by 8am.  It's been a slow sort of summer so far, excluding bursts of guests and family reunions.  At this exact moment, everyone in the house is reading a book as ham sandwiches melt in the oven.  The kitten naps on the table.  The dog is asleep on my husband's shoes, his favorite bed.

We have been installed a sort of routine of waking up whenever we wake up, the kids doing two pages of workbooks so their brains don't atrophy, then whatever comes our way.  The end.  Lots of trips to the library.  Both kids have earned their summer reading t-shirts.

This morning I was getting ready to head out and enjoying a quiet moment by myself upstairs to pee. As usually happens when I dare to pee upstairs, my son comes tromping up the stairs calling my name.  It exasperates me usually that his questions can't wait until I'm out of the bathroom, so I was bracing myself to fuss at him for not giving me peace.

I came out, opened my bedroom door, and saw him standing there quietly.  I bit my tongue, holding back the lecture I was preparing in my head about leaving me alone when I'm in the bathroom.  I'm glad I did because in that moment of silence, he stepped towards me, rested his head on my belly, stuck his thumb in his mouth, put his other arm around my middle and said quietly, "Mama."

Be still my heart.  I love being mama.