Emily brings home a book every day.
On Tuesday afternoon I was fit to be tied midway through homework time. I was in a mood. Stomping. A little light swearing. She handed me the book she had chosen from her “Book in a Bag” selection and I grimaced. “Did you pick this book for me? It is NOT funny.”
On Wednesday she selected another book. We were in a hurry to get homework finished because I had an appointment. To get my hair cut.
Last night we joked that we should look at the books she had selected for the rest of the week so we could take a look in to the future.
Now it is Thursday. It has been raining since about 6 o’clock this morning. She handed me her book as we sat down to read this afternoon. To my credit I did not say “You have got to be kidding me? Get away from me with your crazy voodoo future predicting book picking skills?!”
I hope it stops raining soon. I really do. While I was typing this just now Lucy dumped the dog’s bowl of water on the floor in the kitchen. I hope that is flood enough to satisfy the “Book in a Bag” Gods.
1982 called…. They want their leg warmers and their six year old Kelly back.
I have been so focused on my future the last few weeks… and this morning my past came down the stairs, all ready for school….
Emily June, someday you might look back on the time when I was pregnant with Baby D and think it was your hand holding, your patience, your back rubs with your tiny fingers and your pointy elbows that kept me sane…. but it isn’t any of these things. It is times like this morning when I look right in to your face and I see me. Those are the moments that ground me. That remind me that this time will go by so fast.
I was six years old not so long ago.
You are as anxious as the rest of us to meet your baby sister or brother. But this morning, you came down the stairs and you had a peanut butter and banana sandwich on toast. And you waited for the bus. And you gave me a kiss and said “Maybe we will have a baby today. Maybe.”
No expectations. No disappointment or weighty anticipation. Just … maybe.
Tough to be too upset with these goofs in the house. So, I wait. However impatiently… I wait.