October 5, 2006 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Love is doing the best I can, being patient and kind when I want to grab him and shake him. Love is endless doctors’ appointments and “wait and see”ing and second opinion-ing and praying. Love is daily reports from the teacher. Love is the highest-calorie (yet nutritious) foods I can think of so that one or two bites will sustain him.
Love is gently reminding him, every day—when he begins talking about how he is sure that any day now, a friend from last year at his old school will be sending him a birthday party invitation—that sometimes things change, people change, plans change, and that would be great, but who knows, and please don’t get your hopes up, just in case.
Love is also…
… recognizing that sometimes pure hope is rewarded, and that as much as I worry about what I have to teach him, sometimes he teaches me.
Happy Love Thursday, everyone.
October 5th, 2006 at 9:11 am
Awwwwwwwww. That is so awesome.
Did he say told-you-so to you? because that would complete the moment ;-)
October 5th, 2006 at 9:22 am
I love it when pure hope is rewarded. Especially for my children. I’m glad the mail carrier was good to Monkey.
October 5th, 2006 at 9:30 am
oh thank goodness! I would have worried about that today! I love it when the stars and planets align for kids. There must be an angel watching out for him.
October 5th, 2006 at 9:33 am
That is precious! Congrats Monkey!
October 5th, 2006 at 9:38 am
Good lord, don’t make me cry before I’ve had my coffee.
Hooray for Monkey!
October 5th, 2006 at 9:38 am
That is wonderful! I bet he was so happy!
October 5th, 2006 at 10:06 am
Did he dance when he got mail? I always love to see Monkey’s dance with their mail.
I’m thrilled he got what he wanted most, I’m more thrilled that you didn’t have to scrap any puddles of children up if they didn’t that mail.
In summary, dancing monkeys = good. Puddle children = bad.
October 5th, 2006 at 10:42 am
Oh how sweet.
And his mom is pretty.
October 5th, 2006 at 11:06 am
i wish i had seen this before having my coffee, because crying before is easier and you don’t water down your java with the tears.
i’m so glad it came. i’m so glad he didn’t have to learn the “people change” and “things change” rule yet. it is a sucky one at any age!
October 5th, 2006 at 11:15 am
Thank you for a wonderful smile on a cruddy day.
October 5th, 2006 at 11:18 am
Adding this to the growing list of things that have brought tears and a smile to my tangled up week. Thank you and yay, Monkey!
October 5th, 2006 at 12:08 pm
Thank you for the smile Mir, Love Thursday. :)
October 5th, 2006 at 12:13 pm
This is why I love LOVE THURSDAY! Great post!
October 5th, 2006 at 12:41 pm
That restores my hope that children can be kind to one another. Great Love Thursday.
October 5th, 2006 at 1:08 pm
Happy Love Thursday (and congrats for your BlogHer post being featured on CBS.com:
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/10/03/blogophile/main2057997.shtml
(I knew she wouldn’t tell you guys this, she’s too modest)
You rock!
K.
October 5th, 2006 at 1:43 pm
Hooray Monkey!!!
October 5th, 2006 at 1:50 pm
Hurrah!
(That post just scared the shit out of me because it drove home the fact that, when I have kids, I’m going to feel their pain even more than I feel my own. Even more than they feel their own.)
But for Monkey, today: HURRAH!
October 5th, 2006 at 2:12 pm
Yay, Monkey! Yay, Love Thursday! Yay, Mir!
October 5th, 2006 at 4:22 pm
So great that his faith was rewarded. Having to stand back and watch the life lessons happen is one of the hardest things about parenting, absolutely. Happy Love Thursday!
October 5th, 2006 at 5:50 pm
Yaaaaaay!! Today your heart doesn’t have to get broken, Mir. Thank you little friend guy!
October 5th, 2006 at 6:11 pm
Learning to handle change is important…but it’s great when things work out how we want them to!
October 5th, 2006 at 6:14 pm
Wow, that’s beautiful. I’m a firm believer that our kids are the teachers often more than they’re the students. Even if they don’t know it.
October 5th, 2006 at 6:25 pm
More than anything else, I was so grateful that the youngin’ wasn’t sitting on my lap when I scrolled down to that picture, because then we would have had to discuss, in minute detail, for the 487th time, just how cool Mater and Lightning McQueen are and how we’re going to go see them Monday(everything in the future is ‘Monday’, do not ask me why, I do not know).
But right after that, I’m grateful that Monkey got confirmation that the world is as nice a place as he thought it was. That’s always nice.
October 5th, 2006 at 10:11 pm
Whew. I’m glad for Monkey. Also very glad he got you as a Mom.
October 6th, 2006 at 12:16 am
got to tell something–that love cant give us everything. sometimes it makes us cry and sometimes we regret loving becoz of that. so im not saying that ur wrong, but we got a whole lot of distinct meanings bout love….peace
October 6th, 2006 at 12:21 am
Whew! Good for him and good for you.
October 6th, 2006 at 3:17 am
Aw. I’m so glad he wasn’t disappointed. That was a beautiful entry, Mir. Thanks.
October 6th, 2006 at 4:17 am
that is so lovely
October 6th, 2006 at 9:04 am
You’re right, we sometimes do (as adults) get so preoccupied by avoiding disappointment that we forget to savor hope. So lovely that *his* hope was rewarded.