March 14, 2008

• Makin’ Me Crazy

  I was just now sitting at my computer at midnight, looking at swing sets on WalMart’s website and dreaming about my three kids playing happily in our backyard this summer, when I saw a flash of light outside the dining room window and heard the crack of thunder. I cocked my ear toward AK’s room, and sure enough two little feet came scurrying out into the living room. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her lip quivered.

  “Mom, that storm is making me crazy!”

  We sat and snuggled for a few minutes while the thunder passed overhead. One particularly strong burst made my footstool vibrate.

  “That one made our house all wobbly. Makin’ me really crazy, Mommy.”

  She’s back in bed now, snuggling with her Panda bear and asking for her grandparents. Any and all of them. I think this tactic is to make me sorry I can’t produce them, sorry I’m not them, and offer my sub-par presence as consolation. We’ve been through this before; bear will have to do.

  I suppose this means it is time to take the phrase, “Child, stop! You are making me crazy!!” out of my vocabulary.

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