Patience in our house is forever wearing thin.
It wavers and wanes like an electrical wire in the wind.
Our voices and hands raised in frustrations, threats expressed, however futile.
We all negotiate, pander, bribe, cave using tear soaked screaming as our currency that dimishes and depresses me.
So with the whining reverberating in my ears, I fall back on the pillows.
Exhausted with the effort of bedtime dressing and cajoling.
Disappointed that I have not lived up to my own best intentions, afraid my words may have hurt or scratched like a barb.
Then a miracle, in the uncommon silence, a cease fire as your small feet pound the distance from your bedroom to mine. You scoot around the footboard and stand in front of me, clutching an offering in your arms.
Eye to eye
Nose to nose
“Mommy. Do you want Swimmy?”
I reach out, past the knot in my throat, and you transfer the treasured pillow pet to my arms, planting a kiss on my mouth.
Deliberate and sweet.
In the dark, you cannot see my eyes fill with grateful tears.
Our constant battle in a repreive , I seize your cheeks, holding them close to me, I whisper…
“I love you. So much Geeg!”
“ohhhh. I love you too Mommy.” and then as an afterthought. ”Can I go now? “
Before you go back to bed, striped PJs a blur as you scramper away, I let a single tear coarse down my cheek.
So that for a small crystal moment, our world is patient and so am I.
|the Infamous Swimmy|
|Just keep “Swimmy “|