Do I still have children? Or, more specifically, am I going to update about them?
Why, yes. Y’all are so sweet.
The two kids are still here.
Still makin’ noise.
Rylie and I go shopping for a dresser for Gus. I am 14 months pregnant. Rylie and I go to the antique store that I love… lots of little things, lots of primitive stuff, lots of basic furniture. It’s a fun place to kill some time. There is a hallway from one room to another that is glass shelving (cue ominous music), but I calmly remind Rylie of our One Finger Rule. In the movie rental place: one finger. In the grocery store: one finger. In the antique shop: one finger. Look, love, point, and maybe even touch… but with One. Finger. It works well for us. Occasionally, I have to yell, “ONE FINGER, RYLIEEEEEE!” but in general, it works. As I am checking out the bones of a dresser, I am approached by two college students. They want to know if they can pray for me. I immediately turn red with embarrassment. I say, “No thank you, but I appreciate your heart.” A bit flustered, I return my attention to the dresser. Rylie has wandered away… into the hallway. The owner comes to tell me of the wonders of the dresser. This dresser, it seems, is the answer to all my problems and there is none like it to be found anywhere else in the world. Rylie is crouching down, peering at the bottom shelf. My phone rings and it is Curt asking me to send pictures before committing to anything that costs more than our mortgage. Rylie is reaching out her ONE FINGER.
And then I hear it: *plink* plink* plink*
More. *plink* plink* plink*
And more. !PLINK! PLINK !PLINK!
For Rylie, you see, has found an antique toy piano… prolly from Napoleon’s time or equally valuable… and is using her ONE FINGER to give me a heart attack.
The owner looks at me, completely serious, and says, “I’d prefer children not play with that.” To which I respond, “Perhaps those two folks over there can pray for you.”
Boundaries and funny-ness and prayer.
Gus Man… well, what more needs to be said than he loves his prunes? He’s 5 months. He’s still nursing twice a night. Still struggles to fall asleep on his own. Is tolerating the car seat better. Is 14 pounds. Is ridiculously cute and has a killer smile. Someday I will sleep again and I will be a different person. A different mother. A different friend. A different wife. And, that person will be beautiful and her eyes will be wide open and her hair will be combed. But for now, we have moved on to a new phase in life beyond the Newborn Fog and I am thankful.
I love my children. I was born to be their mom. I have never been so happy and so tired and so certain in all my life.