Jonah has taken on “three” with gusto. I am not used to it. Yes, I have six rug-rats, but you have to realize that I haven’t had a little boy in many years.
When Adam was three he threw a fit once. Once. I was so shocked, I said, “Who are you, and where is my little boy, Adam?”
He burst into tears. “Is me, Mama! I me!” I had broken his tender little heart.
So, really, I haven’t had a wild child since Ethan was little, well over a decade ago. I’m outta practice, man. My crime yesterday was not letting Jonah play with my phone before his nap. When he woke, the chant began.
“Mama not yike me!!!!” he accused. I wandered into my room and saw a lump under my quilt. It whimpered. I sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m so sad,” I lamented, “I miss my little boy and I can’t find him anywhere. I’m sad because I love him so much.”
The lump began to cry, and insisted that his mama didn’t like him. I curled around him, and lifted the quilt off his head. I wiped big round tears off of his big round cheeks, and put on my best mommy voice, “What’s wrong sweetheart?” I was surprised at the depth of his sadness.
“Mama not yike me.” He wept, as though he were talking about some other woman, some other mean mama, confiding his secret to a trusted friend. I just held him close until the tears turned into giggles.
Tonight we had an encore performance when I said no to a third tortilla before bed (I know. Call CPS. I’m so mean). But with tonight’s show he took it up a notch. Now I not only don’t like him, I apparently don’t even LUB him!
I’m a mama. I am other things too, but it’s my first and best job.
In the past week I have been able to do a couple of other jobs, ones I also love. When I do those tasks, though, it does take me away from job #1. I got to help a dear friend this week as she welcomed her baby boy into the world (more on that later!), and I managed to get through the-day-before-the-first-day of my sale, which lasted until three AM and is way harder than the actual day of the sale (and more on that too!). I've been busy in happy ways, even too busy to post here. But even though I am a doula, and an artist, and a wanna-be-writer, I’m mostly just a mama.
And despite what some little boys might think around here, I lub my job.