Oh, heavens yes,
We’re all stories in the end
July 5th – Trash Can Be Treasure
When I was a kid, more than looking forward to the fireworks on the 4th of July, I looked forward to the 5th. In the temporary coolness of the early morning, I would climb onto my bike and go on a treasure hunt.
In The Adult World, Embarrassing Things Happen
As I promised yesterday, here’s my Bob Ross story.
Until high school, I went to a parochial school where I was bullied and I hated it. But during the summer, I attended different kinds of camps and made friends from other schools, which made the whole year more bearable.
One summer, I was taking a class called Knights and Castles, learning about Medieval times, and my best friend in that class was Aja, pronounced Asia. During the afternoons in that hot summer, I would watch Bob Ross on the old TV I had in my room that only got PBS, and I would usually fall into a lazy nap during the broadcast. Aja watched it, too, so we would giggle about different things he said or did. One quote in particular: “There are no stupid mistakes. There are only happy accidents.”
Ain’t Too Proud To Beg
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.
Belated Weekend Coffee Share #40 – Mother’s Day
If we were having coffee, we would be talking about our mothers, as well as our kids. Because I have made some mom friends. I have an annual pass to the zoo and mom friends and things are going well.
Wee One is doing well and it seems that her speech is improving, ever so slightly. Of course, it isn’t happening as fast as I’d like and I’m anxious about it. The therapist was like, “It’s a marathon, not a sprint.” And I thought to myself, “Well, this isn’t drinking around the world, lady!”
Sigh.
If we were having coffee, we would talk about our mothers. I am lucky enough for mine to still be alive and the older I get, the more grateful I am that she is.
How was your week? What are you looking forward to this week?
Once A Rennie
You may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try. Beverly Sills
Write about a time you tried something and you were glad you did. What was it, and how did it turn out?
Becoming a Rennie and acting in a fair was not something I thought I would ever do: My husband introduced us both to the whole thing.
Any Sores Or Discharges Coming From Your Penis?
I am thinking about talking to Wee One about her body, how I’m going to talk to her without making a face. As I was thinking about it, a memory from work popped up.
Part of the intake process with new clients included a health form required by the state. Since I’m a social worker, not a doctor, I simply asked for yes or no answers to a rundown of possible bodily ailments and made referrals to a health clinic as necessary.
One time, I had a Vietnamese client who was also mentally ill, so sometimes it was hard to understand him, trying to sift through his accent, his English-is-my-second-language word choice, or his delusion.
