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Archives for May 2008
A sign that, perhaps, one has not been getting the best sleep:
When your five year old comes into your bedroom at five a.m. to report that “Jackie jumped on my bed and scared me!” and you realize you are relieved that it is so late.
Mental Health Assessment
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Last night I came home from an errand to find everyone in the living room watching a movie. Christopher was on the couch snuggled under several quilts holding a giant bowl of popcorn while Paul and the girls were in chairs around with more modest bowls. They were all quietly watching “All Creatures Great and Small” from the BBC based on the James Herriot books. I pushed my way under the covers at the opposite end of the couch and helped myself to some popcorn. Eden ran and got me a bowl and then cuddled in beside me. Being there I thought of “Little House in the Big Woods.”
Eden and I recently finished it and I had forgotten how it ended. Not surprisingly, to readers of the series, it ends with Laura and Mary in bed listening to Pa play his fiddle and sing “Auld Lang Syne.”
When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, “What are the days of auld lang syne, Pa?”
“They are the days of a long time ago, Laura,” Pa said. “Go to sleep now.”
But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa’s fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the fire-light gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown fiddle. She looked at Ma, gently rocking and knitting.
She thought to herself, “This is now.”
She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the fire-light and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.
Last night, smooshed against Eden and Christopher, I thought of that, how right now is so real and yet, before I know it, the kids are going to be grown and gone. There is such a strange tension in the passage of time while raising children; the days can crawl and the years fly.
It is what it is. This is now, and I know that amazingly soon it will be a long time ago.
May we cherish the time.
The Police
Today my friend, Dan, stopped by to pick up some things he’d forgotten after his birthday party and stayed for a little chitchat. Eden sat on my lap coloring while Dan and I talked. One of our main topics was insomnia as I have been going through a long bout of it and he was operating on a little over an hour’s sleep.
I was moaning about how the smallest thing will wake me up, that Paul can get out of bed and not make a sound, but his absence will wake me. Dan just shook his head in sympathy.
Eden leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You should talk about that with your husband.”
The girl is protective of, not her Daddy, mind you, but, my husband and far be it from me to challenge this boundary.
“OK.” I whispered back.
Dan was curious to know what had been said.
“Check online, later.” I told him.
And here we are.