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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Tears and Torpedoes

Sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip…


I actually have a little story to tell today. Which, I’ve been faltering in that category – and just being lazy and posting pictures of boobs and bruises.


Sorry ‘bout that. But you know how sometimes you’re living life and shit is happening and you could probably stop and take notes to share the story, but then you realize that you’d rather live in the moment instead of leave it for any reason? Yah. That’s been happening a lot. Living in the moment.


That sounds like a country song.


So today’s story, boys and girls, is about my Big Kiss who is recently the proud owner of his “Whole Hand AGE!” [turned 5. get it? He gets to show you his whole hand? Whatever.]


We talked about the summer he turned 5 he’d get to take a couple of solo trips to NY to visit the in-laws. The past few days he spent some time with Gram & Gramps and we knew he’d have fun. They took him on Sunday and brought him home yesterday. When I got home from work he was SOCRAZYEXCITED to share with me every detail and show me his toys and the notes they took on all the things they did and OMG! To be honest, I was pretty excited, too. I missed that little turd. We had a good few days alone with the little one, don’t get me wrong, but as dysFUNctional as I make it sound, our lil family has some good times together.


After dinner, the in-laws left and then we chilled our bones with some Backyardigans. Brushed teeth and read some books for bed time. Just as I was kissing him nigh nigh, Big Kiss started to cry. Like full on sobbing, hide in the pillow crying. I asked what was wrong and he could barely choke out “I Miss GrayMa.”


Jaysus.


I climbed right into bed with him and held him. Shhhshing him and telling him we’d see them again soon. I didn’t know what else to do. He’s a sensitive, caring kid and just seemed heartbroken.


I felt like nothing I did was helping him. I think that part got to me the most. I mean, now he’s still a little guy, but what will I do as he gets older? Will I be able to calm his fears? Make it all better with forehead kisses and back rubs? I doubt it, so then what?


Swear to God there are times when I truly wonder why I was allowed to be a mom. I don’t know if I’m cut out for this. As I let all these doubts rumble through my mind, his sobbing slowed and his tears stopped. I could feel his little heart beating against mine.


He looked up and said “I got boogies, Momma” and promptly made a nostril torpedo out of the tissue I was holding. Boogies evacuated, crying done, my boy slept.


If only it were so easy for Momma…

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13 Comments:

Blogger The mad woman behind the blog said...

You already have everything you need, my friend.

And girl, if I'm not learning from you, then my kid is screwed!

Thank you for sharing such a sweet story.

7/15/10, 1:28 PM  
Blogger The Sharp's said...

Ah, I almost cried! I have a feeling you will figure it all out and be great at it!

7/15/10, 1:38 PM  
Blogger Gigi said...

Very sweet post for you girl. And the answer is, you won't always figure out how to make them feel better. I'm discovering that with Boy Wonder. And it KILLS me. Cuz I like to fix every.thing.

7/15/10, 1:47 PM  
Blogger Candice said...

Ha! If you think you're doing a piss poor job, then my kids are totally screwed.

7/15/10, 2:44 PM  
Blogger Megan said...

Sniff.

Sounds like you handled it just right to me!

And my oldest turns 5 in a month - I'm totally stealing the "whole hand age" thing. :-) Or maybe I'll turn it into the "high 5 age", just to give it my own spin.

7/15/10, 2:46 PM  
Blogger John said...

Kids are like that. The rib & I took my brother-in-law to the beach with us when he was five. Every night of the week-long trip down there, he cried himself to sleep, homesick. It was seriously to the point where I was going to give up a day of my vacation to drive him back home just so we wouldn't have to deal with the late-night theatrics.

Well, we make it through the week without kicking him out of the house, throttling him, or sending him back home. That night, we get a frantic call at 11:30 from his mom (my wife's stepmother) as the kid is crying because he misses the beach house.

You're doing just fine, momma.

7/15/10, 3:15 PM  
Blogger The Zany Housewife said...

I think what you did was perfect. And I'm sure you will continue to kick ass at motherhood one day at a time. You really have no choice in the matter. People look up to you. :)

7/15/10, 4:14 PM  
Blogger Shell said...

Getting rid of the boogies helps. :)

You did better than me. Sometimes I have zero patience at the end of the day and wouldn't have even cuddled him, just would have told him good night and let him cry himself to sleep.

Or maybe I'm just really, really pms'ing right now.

7/15/10, 5:20 PM  
Blogger Natalie said...

This was so sweet and unexpected!! I'm used to boobs and profanity...not something that will make me cry :) I love it!!

I don't think any of us think we are cut out for this...we just learn as we go. It's scary to know that we won't always be able to calm fears and make everything "better".

At least you know you have lots and lots of support - hugs!

7/15/10, 10:52 PM  
Blogger Bag Lady said...

I love you. And promise to never blow boogies on you. Not purposefully anyways.

7/15/10, 11:34 PM  
Anonymous Val said...

I've totally called Nana before for the late night "missing Nana" tears. I called my mom last month to sing my kid a lullabye bc i didn't know the right words!

I'm most definitely not cut out for this shit, but I'm learning as I go and taking notes from you.

And thank you for making a sads turn into a laugh with the snot torpedoes. :p

Love you MK...

7/16/10, 12:54 AM  
Blogger Mrsblogalot said...

I'd just give him lots of candy and let him stay up all night playing games to make him feel better.

Maybe let him take the car out for a spin.

See?

Don't you feel better already?
(-:

7/16/10, 6:17 AM  
Blogger Mrsblogalot said...

Oh and thanks for making me weepy so early my girl.

(-:

7/16/10, 6:18 AM  

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