When a boy walks

Mommy needs all kinds of new things…

We have had two skinned knees and multiple scrapes already.  And then there is the laundry.  Can anyone explain to me why one sock is not getting clean, even after 2 washes, and the other sock looks like it is new(?!)

I guess I’ll be scrubbing grass stains out of soccer uniforms next… It all goes too fast.

Thank You Edward’s Mom

I took little boy to the playground in our neighborhood for the first time yesterday.  He was a little hesitant when we first got there, clinging to my hand while trying to navigate the mulched ground.  Then he saw the four-year-old, and that made everything better.

I introduced my little guy, and the four year old shyly announced his name was Edward.  Edward climbed around, and little toddler tried to follow as fast as he could.  When Edward swung on his belly, I lifted the boy to do the same, and he squealed with delight.

He climbed the steps to the top of the playground, with me following as fast as I could – both of us laughing.  Then it happened. Edward went down the slide.  My guy wanted to follow, and was flat on his little back, toes pointed downward, his arms stretched above him, with me holding on to his little hands.

Now, let me say, that slide may not look so high, but it is all a matter of perspective.  When it is your one year old, trying to make himself as aerodynamic as a fluffy one year old can be, that slide is too high.

“Mommy’s not so sure about this…” I say – battling between my desire to drag him back up and wrap him in my arms, and the certain knowledge that these fearless adventures are part of his growing independence.  In those split seconds, I went from going down a slide, to him walking to school by himself, to teenage driving.

Edward’s mom, perhaps sensing my fear, and my son’s fearlessness, comes running to the bottom of the slide, and just like that, I receive a moment of grace.  I let his hands go, and he smiles up at me while he slides down.

Thank you, Edward’s mom, for being part of my tribe, for giving me space to let go.  Thank you, wherever you are.

Just breath… and count to 10

This has been an unusually stressful week and it is only Wednesday!

That must mean it’s time to list 10 things I’m loving right?

1.  My son’s wobbly steps are getting more confident.

2. My peonies are starting to open – pictures coming soon!

3. There are tiny fuzzy peaches on my tree

4. The squirrels haven’t found them yet.

5. I have been married for 8 years yesterday.  I love my husband.

6. My job is challenging me to grow and prioritize – I don’t like it right now, but I know stretching is good for me… kinda like yoga is good for me (but I just don’t like it.)

7. There is a stack of freshly laundered white t-shirts folded and ready to put away.

8. Leftover Easter candy… oh yes, bunny, I see you hiding back there.

9.  We almost have a new deck – and since my husband did the work, it has cost a fraction of what we were quoted!  (Did I mention I love that guy?)

10. It is still unseasonably cool and we can sleep with open windows.