Saturday, June 08, 2013

The proof is in the proof

Jeffrey worked today (a Saturday), so Abbott and I had a day to ourselves. With the threat of a tropical storm overhead, we settled in and just played analog-style for hours. We made an ice cream truck out of his Duplos and set about serving all of his minifigs frozen confections.

At one point, he started wiping down the carpet with his hand. He was making sure the "playground equipment" was dry so that his little character could go play and not get wet. First he wiped down the slide (my back), then the swings, then the other equipment. It was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen.

Yesterday someone asked me if I was a good mom. Of course, I said, "I don't know." Who can know that kind of thing? And you know, I still don't, but I have to say that at that exact moment, with all the wiping, I felt like yes, I have done a couple things right.

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

So this is what adulthood looks like?

This week  I have been reminded of the last few days of my mom's life. All of us were crowded in the biggest hospital room on the floor (the staff liked us). My mom was floating in and (mostly) out of consciousness. About a day before she died, my oldest brother leaned down to her and said, "Mom, your body is tired. You can go home now."

And honestly, I think it was the most adult thing I have ever seen or will ever see.