We - or maybe I should say I - had a pretty rough week - mostly due to some bad news on the adoption front. I took it extra badly. I was sure of my emotional crisis when JediBoy brought me his Leapster to play and I turned it off instead of unpausing it, and that caused me to BURST INTO TEARS. I’m not generally your burst-into-tears type, so that was a pretty good sign I’d gone over the edge.
But I’m raising a good one - JediBoy was very comforting all week, doing things he knows I like, having me watch movies he knows I like, bringing books to read that he knows make me laugh. And here’s how I knew I was getting through it: last night he was whimpering in his sleep, probably a bad dream, and got himself up and padded down the short hall to our bed. He climbed in my side of the bed and I snuggled him up to me. I was filled with dread that he was getting sick, or having trouble with his teeth, or had wet the bed, and the worry started to consume me. But then, his head snuggled into my shoulder, and he sighed, and fell into a contented sleep.
I am Mommy. LIFE IS GOOD. Do you know how that feels?
And now my dad and his wife are here (and JediBoy is seriously in love with his Pappy, so this is a super good thing), and JediBoy’s new soccer team started up last night and he loves that, and we bought a phonics kit on clearance this week at his request and he’s asking to “practice reading” every day and feeling so empowered by it, and he’s still so passionate about animals that says he wants to be “an animal rescuer” when he grows up, and we bought a big bin of dinosaurs at a rummage sale today and had an enormous dinosaur tale all over the living room all afternoon. So life goes on, and it is good.
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