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Three in a bed

by Jen on August 24, 2010

We sleep together
A toddler between us
And I am happy
Her toes at my knees
Your toes
touching
mine
And I realize
I am good at this
now
This parenting at night
Better than I was when we were in so deep for so long
The years of nights stretching out from the long days
No guaranteed hours of quiet
The resisting being needed
The resentment of being needed
And now
together
this rare night of a child between us
I lay half asleep
rubbing her back
listening to you breathe and sigh
And I think again
I know how to do this
And I realize how much of my waking days now
I spend going through the motions
Wondering if I know what I am doing
at
all.

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“In case we disappear for a few days. Ya know?”

Sarah wrote this in an e-mail to me, in response to my continued amazement at the liquid intake of my son. She and I each have a child who consumes copious amounts of liquid. Juice cups are filled and refilled throughout the day. Thermoses are constantly on hand. And while I sincerely hope there is no correlation between their intake of apple juice and water now to the amount of alcohol they ingest in their teen years, it really is remarkable to witness.

It’s also extremely irritating. No matter what, there is always a refill needed.

Meanwhile, my tank is so low that I walk around most days with a tightness in my chest and near shortness of breath.

My son is not diabetic.
I am not in the early stages of heart failure.

Our situation is not so easy to diagnose. I have plenty to drink, but my emotional reserves are never, ever adequate.

Being needed all the time defines the phrase “It’s a blessing and a curse.” Being a mother fulfills a part of me that nothing else could have. I know this with confidence. Having children also drains me in ways that no amount of physical exercise ever has.

Sometimes I wish I could just disappear for a few days.

When my daughter asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I told her, “Two days alone.” She looked at me like I had told the biggest untruth she’d ever heard. She was completely dumbfounded. “But, Mama. We have to spend your birfday togevver. As a famiwy.”

Yes. Together. We do. It’s important. I have been presented with the most thoughtful and truly heart-warming homemade drawings. I have even been given a real house made of cards–old business cards–and transparent tape. It is elaborate. My almost-5-year-old (“But Mama…”) worked hard on it. My baby (not a baby, I know) has said, “Happy Birthday, Mom” over and over, in near perfect diction. We had blueberry pie for breakfast. It’s been a good birthday. We are all here. There have been fewer than usual fights and less shrieking and unproductive noise. More than usual hugs and kisses. Not as many “No” utterances. More time for me to write. My reserves are a tiny bit replenished.

But my chest still is tight. I still want those two days. They can come at another time. It doesn’t have to be ON my birthday. But time is the only way I know to refill myself in the way that I need to. And I need to.

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A Successful Vacation

by Jen on August 2, 2010

Today is Monday.

Last Monday I was at the “big” library, scouring the shelves for new audiobooks for my big boy. Choosing my “baby’s” first book to be taken out. Advising my 4-year-old on which Madeleine video to select. It was a warm and sunny summer day. Perfect for a trip downtown. A smoothie. A day of whim.

For 10 days I enjoyed such whim. I got out of bed—one day early, one day late, the rest at the usual time—and faced each day with no grand plans. It was a vacation in the true sense of the word. Except I didn’t go anywhere. I stayed at home and caught up on the laundry. I weeded a garden. Decluttered a few rooms in the house. I sorted through clothes outgrown, baked a little, read a lot. I thought thoughts from the beginning right through to the end. I wrote in my journal, watched my kids play in the sandbox, built Lego vehicles and dressed up a few dolls.

I went on outings with the kids to the farmer’s market, The Lake, to get ice cream and to see live music on the town green. We met up with the cousins (TWICE!) and played in the backyard. We saw friends, went to the sprinkler park, cashed in a gift card at Border’s and went for a walk after dinner. Sweetie took off a day from work, and we spent the whole day together as a family. Time at home, dinner out. Perfection.

I wish I had another 10 days to do almost exactly the same thing. It went by too fast.

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Babydoll on the clothesline

July 28, 2010

The girls are still asleep The boys, awake I sit at my desk and glance out the window at our green backyard Bubbles of sunlight slipping through the leaves of the lush maple trees floating and settling on the too-long green grass There’s a babydoll on the clothesline because yesterday she got dirty in the [...]

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Complete and confident composure or self-assurance : Poise

June 29, 2010

Aplomb. It is one of my favorite words. I remember the exact moment I first encountered it. And was desperate to know its meaning. I was standing on the banks of the Connecticut River. Crew practice had yet to begin, and I had just come from the college post office. I was reading a letter. [...]

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This Is My Life? Peace and Quiet

April 9, 2010

E is napping. (Almost four hours so far!) B is at a friend’s house apres school. S is helping me clean, REALLY clean. It is quiet. And peaceful. And productive around here. Is this really my life? I am savoring it. I know there may be only minutes–or just seconds, even–left.

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Familiarity

April 6, 2010

I wish I could have written what Amanda wrote over the weekend. Her post on looking in the mirror reflects so much of what I’ve been feeling lately. I am so grateful to have found Amanda’s blog, with her gorgeously written posts about a life that is so familiar to me I feel as if [...]

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Last Saturday

March 9, 2010

A family breakfast of crepes and scrambled eggs. Grapefruit and coffee. A walk to the library to return books and take out videos. Lunch together. A houseful of blankets washed and hung to dry on the clothesline, drooping from a winter of ice and snow. A bike ride for B, S and Sweetie; a long [...]

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Perspective

January 18, 2010

Max is two. Officially. But almost-nearly-not-quite three. He has a bump on his tummy next to his navel. It comes and goes, protruding a barely noticeable amount one day and becoming an alarming size the next. We don’t know what it is. The doctor doesn’t know what it is. And in common terms, it’s freaking [...]

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A Writer’s Life?

January 7, 2010

How much of my life should I reveal here? Where do I draw the line regarding what personal details or thoughts or doubts to include? Does leaving myself vulnerable make me naive? Negligent? Irresponsible? To myself? To others whose lives are inseparable from my own? But. How can I be authentic without sometimes being vulnerable? [...]

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Blue Moon

December 31, 2009

Happy New Year. Happy New Decade. Happy 2010. There are a few more hours of 2009 in my place in the world, and I am anxious to ring in the New Year. The kids are in bed, and I just peeked outside at the full moon. The second this month. How perfect. How rare. A [...]

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I am tired of talking

September 24, 2009

I am always talking. Words are always coming out of my mouth. I would say that about 5% of the time I am actually saying the things I want to be saying. The other 95% of the time I am either saying the things that need to be said or saying things that will fill [...]

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