Saturday, February 28, 2015

Into What Dimension Do the Interstitial Moments Fall

Tonight I was laying down with P. in her big girl bed to sing her goodnight song and it occurred to me how long and broad her body felt next to mine. Somehow she grew into childhood without my realizing it. Or maybe it's just that now we can stretch out in every direction on her new full mattress so the reality of her six years is more apparent.

We bought a gift for a friend recently and the recommended age on the gift was 8+. My first thought was that's forever from now, but then it occurred to me that it's just two years. Eight is just two years away. How crazy is that?

Now Bo has enough words that he's started to reveal some of his inner world through language. "I want to fly in the sky like a bird," he says to me one day out of the blue. Today he got very serious and quite for a minute before he said, "I want to be a big person someday."

And so you will, I told him. How crazy is that? It's hard to see the grownups that these kids are going to become but it'll happen without my realizing it as sure as it did when P. turned into a big kid right under my nose. Bo is hot on her heels, suddenly having become introspective and thoughtful.




When did P. get so big? When did Bo become so complex? Where does the time go? These are not a rhetorical questions. What I want to know is into what dimension do the interstitial moments fall so that we can't fish them out? There's so much that has happened yet so much I clearly didn't witness.

I swear that it was only yesterday or maybe the day before that P. was all of four pounds and change, balanced on my shoulder in the dark while I sang that same goodnight song.

Sometimes I'm too afraid to blink because I can't bear missing so much.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

There's Nowhere to Go But Out

Between snow days, school vacation week, birthdays,Valentine's Day, and all the snow, I'm starting to feel really boxed in by the clutter.

Which is funny, I guess, considering that compared to many we don't have all that much clutter. But right now there are boots and snow pants everywhere. There's a tent in the living room (my fault). And we're still figuring out how to balance P.'s new full size bed with her toy-filled room.


I mean, really, is that not just a little bananas? Granted, we had only just put in her new bed that takes up more than twice as much room as her old one. I knew there would be a period of adjustment while we figured out where to put all the things that previously could be found on the floor more often than not.

A quick clean up accomplished a lot - with everything in its place the room does feel roomier. Still, I think winter is starting to get to me!

Last week, during yet another snow fall, I bundled the kids upstairs and into my bed to zone out on screen time so I could clean my room. I may be a neat freak but my compulsion is mostly focused on the parts of my home other people see. Consequently, my bedroom and the upstairs landing do not get the attention they deserve.


Now when I should be focusing on work I'm cleaning like a maniac, trying to get things out of the house before people tromp back into it with their snowy hat and their soggy mittens and salt encrusted boots.


It's supposed to stay cold so no chance of the oppressive snow banks piled against my house melting any time soon. And more snow is apparently coming soon! For now, if you need me I'll be here stuck inside cleaning my blahs away.


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