I think of my mom saying, “It’s nice to be nice to the nice,” and telling me, when I was a child, to “Be nice.” Be a nice girl. Do things that nice girls do, like brush their hair, keep their legs together, smile. (You guessed it: sometimes I don’t do these things.)
Wee One layed down on the kitchen floor and then patted the floor next to her. ‘Lay down, mommy.’ The sweet gesture said.
I layed down next to her and she put her arm around me. We played peekaboo and I patted her head, then we shifted around so her head was on my arm. We were still. I had my eyes closed, and she had her paci. Sometimes she played with her hands or moved her feet on my legs.
She just wanted snuggles.
Now, we were on the kitchen floor, hard wood and cold. I thought about laying on the kitchen floor when I was growing up. Don’t laugh; I was usually engrossed in a book and wanted to keep reading. So I’d just lay where I was, and I remember being completely comfortable there back then. While lying there this morning, I thought about how life had brought this experience back around after 30+ years and how different they were.
But hell – I ain’t too proud to beg for snuggles! In fact, baby girl, mommy will always stop for those.
The sure way to miss success is to miss the opportunity. Victor Chasles
Write about the best opportunity you’ve been given and how you made the most of that opportunity.
The best opportunity I have been given was services with Missouri Vocational Rehabilitation. Voc rehab is a program run through the state department of education, and it is one that is meant to help people with disabilities live and work independently.
In the early days after the car accident and coma, when I was in rehab for head injury, I was offered the chance to apply for assistance through that program. At the time, though, I was so scared of being “damaged,” that I didn’t even want to acknowledge what was going on with me. I was fine. It was fine. I could handle it. Just let me get back to school and it’ll be fine. That was my mindset.
Acceptance was hard to come by.
I bought a “Be Inspired” journal from one of the end cap displays at Barnes and Noble yesterday. It is so hard for me to NOT buy everything in a bookstore, but I normally find those kinds of journals trite. However, this one seemed different: a quote and short writing prompt that is actually interesting! and a quick flip through showed they were interesting prompts. For today:
Too much of a good thing is wonderful. Armistead Maupin
Write about a “good thing” of which you can never have too much.
A little girl pushed my kid today.
We were at the playground with other little kids, and this one girl wanted to play with a ball Wee One had. WO put it down and she picked it up. When WO went back for it, I intervened, and they sort of shared, then forgot the ball.
Later, right before the other girl was about to leave, she walked up to our stuff and said, “My ball.” I corrected her that it was ours. She pouted, went straight to where WO was standing on the sidewalk, and pushed her square in the chest.
You know how, as a kid, when you go to your friends’ house, their toys are cooler than yours? Does that happen when you are an adult to?
That is, all the toys I see that Wee One does not have, I think are cooler, and I think I need to buy for her.
Dancing with Fireflies posed the question: Where did you find love? I know I’ve written about different parts of me and Cohiba coming together, but I don’t think I’ve shared the story in it’s entirety. And it’s a really good story. 🙂
