When I set out to write this blog, I promised bird-watching and health tips. There may have been an osprey back in ’08, and I think the only health-tip I ever gave was not to eat three ice cream sandwiches for breakfast, but I was pregnant then, and hungry, and man, they were good. I might have even had four.
Yesterday, though, I thought I SHOULD’VE been a mom blogger! I thought KIDS SAY THE DARNEDEST THINGS, what am I doing trying to write poems about The Bachelor? (See last week’s post.) Picture this: I’m dropping Eva and Ella off in the childcare room at the gym. Dora blares. Goldfish fly. I’m handing off snacks as bribes, and still, Eva, 5, is pouting. I mean REALLY pouting.
Me: Eva, please.
Her: Moooooooooooooooooooom. I don’t want to stay here. It’s too long. It smells weird.
Me: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Eva. Come on.
(Eva, eyes as big as moons, are rimmed with tears that I’m convinced she learned at her new acting class.)
But I try the compassionate angle, anyway. I say: Look, baby, I need to go work out because it makes my mind and body feel better, and if my mind and body feel better then I can be a better mom to you. Okay? (She sort of nods.) Do you understand? Is there something that makes your mind and body feel better? If so, just tell me, and we’ll make it happen. (She nods her head again, harder.) What is it, baby?
Just being with you, she says.
(Heart quakes. Elliptical journey gets cut by twenty minutes. Cookies get baked.)
Oh, me too, sweetie. Me too.