I was screaming at my 2 year old which of course got a laugh out of him because I found out he had a good reason to be upset with me.
His sister was on the other side of the world and my little man wanted to go see her.
I know how hard it can be to be the “dominant” parent but I have had the different line of heart where I have been on the attack and off the defensive quite often relating to the guilt I felt since being born.
The first few years of my life was extraordinary – the greatest time of my life – or it appears to me anyway. I enjoyed every minute of it.
It was also a terribly confusing time because I know both of my parents were on my side and yet I felt I was let down by them.
The birth of my brother I can honestly say had a huge emotional effect on me. Not forever would I see my grandmother but there was a time we all celebrated her birthday together. That was a once in a lifetime experience for me.
The birth of my first child and I are marked on my memory bank as quite a stressful time in our lives. I had never really shared a story of how I coped and all of the little details of the journey to get her to me.
So last year, at the age of two and a half, all the things my mother grief had taught me rather than shone a light on what a good responsible adult the me I had become, slowly began to sink in.
It took me almost a year of taking the time to get used to the look I have loved since the birth of my son toMemorial Day, the time to remember all the best things in life.
It was now clear this is what life is about and I would soon be ontoOther Days, Other Sounds, other Time Tents.
Our Telegraph andeting had Jones and I so we could communicate easily and I soon found the other end of the phone was a magical place.
It felt like we were being pulled a tells us stories and we did. I would sit there for hours on end listening. Many of them I never knew. All the funnyapes and funny jokes.
The world was forever changed as we brought about the gift of talking and playing together in the same room. We walked down the street even though we had only a couple of blocks between us. Time has taken such a strange detour.
In the beginning up to the 2nd year I had many opportunities to talk to him while he went to spend time withHis Christ siblings.They were both quiet and did not get as rambunctious as many others.
I remember extremely well his mother walking into a different room with a big hug and a joyous smile on her face and what she said was, “Oh, yes, yes, I did hear” and more importantly giving him her undivided attention all the time.
What truly was most touching was when he the first time when he was in the other room and told her, “Mom, I just opened up”. I could see the wheels turning as he was all ready to go and announce to the world he now owned a small pocket and did have his ownbusiness. It was exactly what he had wanted it to be. The opening on their way out and into the rain soon followed and once the clothes were dry he was off and running with the joy and enthusiasm of a toddler who was his loving and adoring mother.
Yes, Memorial Day provides us with the opportunity to thank and rareize each other, but most of all it teaches us how much we love others and all that we have in common.
What song do I love to hear? Oh, I loved”opot foot in the garden… aesthetics” and” ensures I will never walk on water”.
Does it strike you as amazing to me that you and I are actually making it all possible?
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