This morning Lucy and I were solving the world’s problems from our post in the bedroom. We had returned to bed for some cuddles after Em left for school. “It’s been a few days since you posted. Mike Month is lagging…” MQD observed as he readied himself to leave for work.
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We can’t all be Dwayne Wayne. Even the actor that played Dwayne Wayne on A Different World, Kadeem Hardison, had a pretty stellar name.
Dwayne Wayne was never invisible. He never got away with anything. Even the tiniest of actions were noticed and hijinx ensued. Remember when Dwayne ran for Student Concil President. The Reverend Jesse Jackson even noticed and came to visit Hillman College. He got attention. And it wasn’t just the glasses.
I don’t think I want to be quite as high profile as Dwayne Wayne.
But I wear glasses. And still, sometimes, I am invisible.
“Where are my pink shoes, Mom?” “What’s for dinner, Mom?” “Do I have PE today, Mom?” “Great dinner, Mom.” “Don’t forget to call and get a life insurance quote, Mom.”
Mom gets attention. But sometimes it feels like no one sees me.
When MQD and I were dating he started calling me Mom. It was cute. I liked it. He was acknowledging that Mom was who I am, and that he was okay with it, and he understood it (the best he could.) When Em decided she was going to start calling him Dad I followed suit. It’s easier to change your name if everyone in the house joins in.
And now we have a new baby in the house so there is an awful lot of sickeningly sweet “Can you see your Daddy?” “You look just like Mommy…”
I think for a lot of couples some of the most intimate moments are spent in bed. Not like that. But staring at the ceiling. Or in the dark. When you can speak your mind and no one can see your face. Eye contact becomes unnecessary when you are moments from falling asleep. The trust is implied.
With a newborn in the house sleep is at a premium and pillow talk is non-existent. But we find the time. Lucy is settling in to her own routine. After Em goes to bed she will give us about ten minutes of smiling at the ceiling fan. Occasionally we even get a few minutes on a Saturday afternoon.
This weekend Em was out and about and MQD and I were on a “mini-date.” “Mini-date” is marital code for let’s have a conversation and not screw around on our phones while we talk. We get the intimacy that we used to get in those late night conversations on the floor with our two month old instead of in the sack. But I’ll take it where I can get it.
So, we were on the floor in the living room with Lucy Goose, making faces. Talking, laughing. MQD said something stereotypically female and chuckled. And then in case I had not seen the hilarity in his comment he added “That’s what it’s like talking to you.”
“Yeah. But I’m not a lesbian, you can’t act like that. There’s one girl in this relationship.”
And without a moment’s hesitation he added “No. There’s three girls in this relationship.” Not in our family. He said in our relationship.
And that is how it should be for now. Our family dynamic has changed. And now our relationship must evolve to include all three girls, I suppose.
In the moment I kissed him (and wrote down this conversation in my phone quickly.)
But later it stung. I don’t want there to be three girls in our relationship. Not all of the time anyway. Sometimes I want to be his girl. His only girl.
A long time ago be said “you look hot, Mom” and I felt my knees crumble. He like-liked me. And he loved me for who I was. Seven years my junior this adorable 25 year old boy he really liked me.
Years later those seven years don’t seem like a very big deal.
And Mom? Now she wants to be Kelly again. “Can you do me a favor? When it has nothing to do with either of our kids can you please call me by my name?”
That poor guy can’t win. But he rolls with it. First I wanted him to fall in love with Mom. Now I want him to see Kelly again. It shouldn’t matter what he calls me. He tells me dinner was good every night. And that he loves me every morning.
Later that night he tossed it back at me “Thanks, Kel.” And I smiled.
It’s just a name.
But Mom is never going to wear those sick heels in the back of her closet. And Mom is totally never going to fit in those leather pants. Mom actually wants to know what exactly is an occasion to which one might need to wear leather pants. But Kelly is going to wear those heels. And dammit, she’s gonna wear them with those leather pants. Anywhere she damn well pleases. Soon.
Now to decide on my glasses.