Tuesday, August 31, 2010
I've feared cries like those my whole life - you know, the kind of tears that are gut-wrenching and hurt as they leave you and leave you heaving for breath and wondering if the pain will ever end - but, inevitably, it always does. And after the tears comes the release - the feeling of calm and maybe not necessarily immediate "okay-ness" but knowing that eventually, in the end, everything is going to be alright. And I'm learning that running from the tears doesn't make everything okay, and it doesn't make the pain disappear, but allowing yourself the honor to feel those emotions and giving yourself a chance to actually feel and not be some lifeless, perfect robot is what is real and beautiful in this life. I'm learning this. It's painful but it's also breathtaking and awe inspiring. :) (Did I really just say it was an "honor" to cry? What am I turning into my mother? I.NEED.HELP.)
So away from the gushy emotional stuff, and on to a funny story:
So my sister M was telling us a story of how one of her neighbors, upon hearing that her daughter had started the P word, (read: menstruation) to celebrate with her daughter, (and incidentally I'm sure HORRIFY her) she took her to a clothing store and told her she could buy a RED outfit - you know, like, in honor of bleeding? (Stay with me people, this is a TRUE STORY.) I was eating dinner when I heard this story, and I was like, "I'm ssssssssso not hungry anymore," and then the Husband was like, "Man, that's horrible. That would be like my dad taking me to buy the tallest hat he could find after I told him I had my first boner."
That is why I love my man.
What else? Went to the gardens at Thanksgiving Pointe today. It was lovely. Whit pulled the mini-man in a wagon and I pushed Baby Penny (I nanny twice a week) and it was all grand and a smashin' good time until my kid diarrhea-d in his PANTS. Like this liquid green goo was all over and I had to throw his Lightning Mcqeen underpants in the garbage and YES he's currently going commando and I had to wipe smelly crap off his thighs and squishy little butt and my pits and boobies were sweatin' and I was like IT'S TIME TO GO HOME. Being a mom is awesome.
Had a really fun weekend with Bananas - she came to visit me allllll the way from CA. We ate and got pedi's and ate and painted pottery (mine looks like CRAP) and ate some more and laughed a lot and had a really really grand time. :) It was so awesome of her to come out just to visit lil' old me.
Not much else going on. Just wuv you guys.
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