Wordless Wednesday

Safe.

I lie next to him in bed. Our faces are so close I can feel his breath. Our noses are almost touching. His curls are tucked into his silky, gold, sleep cap. My left hand cups his right shoulder. It feels so very small. My eyes are closed but when I open them briefly I see deep into his dark eye. "What are you worried about?" I ask, seeing a great fear in that space. "Noffing," he says. "There is nothing to worry about," I assure him. "Ok Mamma," he says. We lie here together and I wonder to myself just how long it is going to take before he finally feels safe. Will it ever happen? Up until last December I would say things like, "Today we are going to eat pancakes, go to so and so's birthday, and then shop at..." He'd interrupt me to ask, "And then I get a new mommy?"

I think about what it must be like for him. He is three. This already seems to be a jacked up time developmentally for any kiddo. "I do it myself!" seems to be the mantra, whether they can or not. I feel he is in a big place of growth right now. He is his own person, with big beautiful ideas, and some nasty three year old behavior. He likes to spit. This drives me crazy. I want to throttle him when he spits. He pushes my buttons. Today I tried a new tactic to deal with these types of things. I tried, whenever he did something to piss me or anybody else off, to just shower him with complete love. "I love you Melese. I love you so much. We don't spit in this family. We don't throw food. Do you need extra hugs today? I think that you do." I hug him, and hug him again, and wonder how on earth this beautiful child will ever feel safe.

At preschool the other day I told him I needed to use the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom I found him sobbing. I hugged him and he whimpered into my shoulder. He thought that I had left without saying goodbye. "I was just in the bathroom," I said, "I just had to pee. I was coming right back."

What is it like to be three and to have had two moms, and to have two dads and to have family in different, far away places? Isn't life confusing enough? Isn't it enough for a three year old just to figure out why they can't have a fucking lollipop whenever they want? Isn't that enough worry? Why can't I have a fucking lollipop mommy?

But instead we have this. "Why did my mommy die mommy? How are we family if they are there mommy?" Really goddamn good questions Melese.

His eye is blinking. It is finally getting heavy with sleep. I know that I will have to move soon because he can't physically touch Meazi with me between them. The only way they both sleep soundly is if parts of their bodies are actually touching. If they are not they will thrash all night, searching for each other. I have been between them sleeping, and gotten a good elbow in the throat, a fast slap in the face, and a heel blow to the ribcage. I know now to find a new place in the bed so that these two can find each other again.

Why wouldn't they try to? It is all they know to be constant. It is all they know to be there, and to be here. The two of them together through the trauma of their past, the confusion of their present, and the vast unknown of their future.

I look at him one more time. His eyes are closed. I'm not sure if my eyes are watering from his hot breath on them, or from my great sadness of what I think it must feel like to be my beautiful son.

This Blog...

This blog is practically defunct. Sorry. It is not for lack of ideas. I just can't seem to find the time to sit down and write. I couldn't even get it together to post a "Wordless Wednesday" photo.

For your enjoyment, I turn it over to Meazi today. I just picked her up from school. I looked at her in my rear view mirror as she said dreamily, "The clouds are moving really fast today. When I get home I'm going to write a poem."

 

Clouds

I jump through the sky

My feet sparkling

I love the sky

I land

I stay

I fall

Into

A

Deep sleep

 Think I should just hand the whole blog over.

 

Wordless Wednesday

Ghost Writer

Thursday, May 10, 2012 9:39 AM

Howdy Julie,
I hope all's well. I'm just getting in touch to ask if you're in need of any freelance writing at The Eyes of My Eyes are Opened - if so, it'd be an honor to help out and I would love to get involved if you have any need for me.

It seems that I have been neglecting this blog. Yes, stranger, freelance writer woman! Go ahead! Here are some posts that I'd like you to write for me:

How driving is similar to raising small children.

Mother's Day- The Agony and The Ecstasy.

Meazi's Music- How Meazi's favorite songs are always deeply related to what is going on with her.

Melese- Preschool, What is it good for? Absolutely Nothin'. Say it Again?

Unexpected Gifts- A Photo from Ethiopia and how it changes everything.

Ok, that's it. Which one should I have her write?

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