I recently put my big ol' size 11 wide in my own mouth after not correctly reading a post about racism. As hard as I try, the older I get, it seems the bigger my faux pas. I intentionally foster an air of patience and skepticism and aspire to be the calculating person with the insight who doesn't get so caught up in things and says ignorant bullshit. Clearly, I still need some work.
My son and I thank you all, Mamas, for enlightening us. It is hard work rising up from whence we came, and I came from the most bigoted trash. I swear to you, that shit stops with me.
So. Yesterday it rained. A lot. It being a Wednesday and everything, I got up and Little A and I did our thing. Everything was lovely. Until I realized I left my umbrella in my car. Being the thoughtful mother I am, I threw a Noah's Ark blanket over Aidan's head (a sweet, homemade gift from his GG Ruth). We sprinted to the car...I jumped in the back seat to buckle him in so as to not be washed away in the deluge. I threw my keys in the front seat like I always do because usually, someone is IN the front seat and turns on the car to stave off the ridiculousness of Arkansas heat. I opened the front passenger door to hit the button to unlock all the doors, got out, shut the back door, hit the button, shut the front door. Walked around, realized I had LOCKED the doors. Keys inside? Check. Kid? Check. Phone? Check...okay, I'm starting to panic. Aidan looks okay, happily playing with his little scrunchy book. I run to my neighbor's house...the only person in my building awake. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. She opens the door, in jammies, talking on her pretty little razor. She appraises the crazy woman dripping on her front stoop.
There's something about being a new mother that makes most women forget all the awful things that happened when they were preggo. I'm not one of those women.
I remember walking to school last fall. The University of Arkansas campus in Fayetteville is iridescent in the fall. What with the crisp air and the fire of the maples changing color. I've always loved maples. Anyway, I was walking to my Biochemistry class in October. I was a little under 6 months pregnant...just starting to feel that sick sense of pride over my little bump, when I passed a group of the most amazingly beautiful girls I've ever seen.
As I'm driving my Mommy Toaster (aka my Scion xB) home from school today, I notice the ominous blue grey storm clouds hovering all to the southwest of my home. Aidan is secure in his seat, rocking out to Rufus Wainwright with me...he's giggling and chewing on his baby keys. I'm safely cruising along, watching the storm fly in at a million miles an hour....
...Earlier today, as I got up from a relatively peaceful night, I turned off the blinking clock before the 6:10 alarm rang at me. Aidan wakes up two minutes later, ready for a morning mommy shake and some bananas. I nurse him while making a cup of 1/2 caff coffee then jump in the shower while he chills in his exersaucer outside the door. He's playing peek-a-boo with the little fabric sunshine and our kitty cat Pumpkin. He coos, I condition my hair. What a lovely morning! I put on my first day of school outfit, white tank top, cream half sweater, jeans, flip flops, dangly earrings...spritz the perfume, then change Aidan's poopy diaper so his teacher at IDC won't have to navigate the mashed pea poop. We're out the door at EXACTLY 7:29, as planned.
1. Aidan's new school is AMAZING...it's baby led education/lab daycare program that advocates showing not telling. I.e. his teacher, yesterday in the parent meeting, told us that they never use sippy cups because sippy cups prevent spilling. Spilling is a natural part of mastering use of a cup, and so are not looked at as a negative thing, rather as a consequence of acquiring new knowledge.
2. Big A becomes a better father every day. Yesterday, I fell asleep on th couch to awaken 1 hour later to him feeding Little A his bananas and sweet potatoes. They were both covered in food, laughing, doing it exactly the opposite of the way I do...but it worked. And HE took the initiative.