Maternal Mental Meanderings: GROWING PAINS

well... I have not blogged for what feels like ages... mostly because (to be utterly honest) I never get comments... I am fully aware that this sounds seriously pathetic... but when you take the time to pontificate about life because obviously people do not listen to you in the real world... then you must be seeking interaction in the cyber one... doncha think?

(good god, what the hell am I thinking putting that pic here... that will scare my legions of blogging fans [you know who you are ... the ones who read and then don't comment] away and fast... I look depressed, exhausted, ancient and of course the usual plumpness --- I selected it to make those of you brave to stick around to feel such pity that you will comment!)

anyway... I decided... the hell with it... I will muse on here for my own sake and the rest of you be damned... (well, don't be damned actually... I don't need that guilt!)

so suddenly it is October... feels like I blinked and here we were... can't waste time on that one


One night last week... I was laying there quasi-asleep in the guest room / play room as my husband's sonorous contributions to the house were disturbing me yet again... it was about 5 a.m., when my mommy alarm went off (the one in my head), I opened my eyes fully to see my 8 yr old beside me... she had tears streaming down her face... and when she saw me awake, she began to gasp... picture your maternal reaction to this... so I went on Red Alert (picture the lights and noises on the Enterprise LOL) and queried in a reassuring, calm manner what was going on. Her leg was hurting --- a lot. Damn growing pains. So off we go... I have her sit (clutching her leg) in the hallway as I dash (as fast as my 40 year old fat chick frame can dash) down the stairs for an ice / gel pack... back up... and hold it on... does not do the trick... dash again... get the chewable Tylenol junior... and tears are streaming and heart breaking little moans... I throw the gel pak to the side and grab some hand lotion and start massaging the leg... within moments her face began to relax.... "it's feeling better mom!" well I have to tell you, had I been informed that I had won the Nobel Peace Prize... I could not have felt more satisfaction... although my primary feeling was relief... so I tucked her in with my hands smelling coconutty / very tropical... and headed back to the guest room... I lay there wide awake with this whole good mom thing vibing in my head and heart... when the alarm goes off about an hour later... my bleary eyes blink sort of awake... she sees me upon waking up in her bright pink bed and the first thing out of her mouth is "Thanks mom for helping me last night!" with a big smile... I then feel I can conquer the day!