Home From Work… 6-December 2007 2:00 AM
Posted by robodad in parenting.trackback
I see her across the room and she is Summer rain: warmth and moisture and life-giving energy.
And our seedlings (we have three) are jumping around me, climbing on me before I am ready, urging me to play. As always, I readily surrender and enter their world.
One minute I am a horse and they are rodeo riders, another minute I am a cat and they are mice who like to be tickled, and then I am the worst hide-and-seeker ever in the whole world, unable to find them in their painfully obvious hiding places.
While this happens, what they do not know…what they could never know, is that they are beams of light shining directly into the prism of my heart, refracting and filling me with rainbows. Until it hurts. Until I am lifted from the ground, however imperceptibly. Until I feel my eyes and mouth must be glowing.
I never knew love could be like this. Why didn’t anyone tell me?
No-one can tell you; you have to find out by yourself. It’s a defining moment. A Road To Damascus moment. I’ve had this, and it’s painful, you’re right. Unlike you, positive thing that you are, all it made me feel for a while was sad that I’d wasted so much time on inconsequentialities. But that’s passing – what I get now is calm contentment and a fresh realisation of how lucky I really am.
That’s really beautiful – what lucky children you have!
I really, really want this.
Oh Tru, I feel your pain.
But you might take one or two of those “really”s away if I would only blog about the screaming and the crying and mommies yelling at kids and daddies yelling at mommies because the mommies yell too much and then the mommies yelling at daddies because they don’t know what its like sitting home with those monsters all day and the throwing up at the dinner table and the throwing up causing other kids to throw up in their plates, too, and don’t forget the pooping (dear god who could forget the pooping) in pants and in bathtubs and in pools and sometimes, just to make it interesting, right smack in the middle of the friggin floor …
But that wouldn’t make such a fine read, would it?
Dear gods, I make this pledge to you right now that I would sacrifice a limb to get an afternoon where I just sit around and wonder what I would like to do that day. Just wonder and wonder and wonder some more, until the day goes lazily away into night and the problem is solved for me.
Hahaaa! Robodad, you are human after all! I second you on the sitting about wish – this afternoon I’ve actually GOT it too – I’m in work and while I’m working, I’ve taken a break at the end of the day to listen to a bit of music and do a bit of blogging. Blissikins.
I remember before I had a child I used to get bored sometimes. That makes me laugh like a drain now. Nothing to do? WhadduzTHATfeellike?