In this ever bustling, busy, always in a rush world, I sometimes find a quite moment to reflect on my good fortune and how wonderful life can be. It is then that I find the little, simple things that make me smile.
My children. All seven of them.
Next Wednesday is their first day back to school. It will be wonderful that they will finally end their summer vacation lounging in my house all day, and I can now sit for a quite moment to read, scratch, burp, blog, doodle, and watch TV without being disturbed. By day two I’ll be so bored and hoping upon hope that the bus driver will make a u-turn and bring my children back.
Its when they are at home and fighting, and picking with each other, or just being their own usual rambunctious selves I then grit my teeth and say:
“ONE DAY LORD, JUST ONE DAY TO MYSELF!”
Then again, I haven’t been talking to the lord lately, so when HE sees me on the caller ID, I think he hangs up.
Either that or he just smiles as if to say, ‘You can handle it.’
I’ll go for the latter.
My eldest son, as stated in earlier posts can tickle my funny bone and make me laugh.
The diva shines in her own special way.
Then there is diva #2 who has now come into her own and has surprised me with holding down a job this summer, and she has really blossomed into a beautiful young lady.
Then that leaves Tisha who is twelve, Taj who is nine, Tamara who will be seven soon, and baby Trinity who is three.
Out of those four, it is Tamara who gives me the most reflection on my days when I need a smile.
TAMARA falling off of the steps in her haste to help with the final touches in the flower garden in the front yard: “OWWW! Waaaaah, I cut my knee!!”
ME running to aid my poor clumsy child: “What happened? How’d you fall? Are you okay?”
TAMARA clearly the drama queen as her little ‘scrape’ has now become a very big deal: “Aaaaaaaah! I’m gonna die!”
ME clearly used to the dramatics: “Shhh now. You’ll be okay. Look it’s just a scratch, not even a cut. Why don’t you go inside and get a band-aid? There’s a good girl. You can stand. I’ll help you up the stairs. I got the door. Okay. Now go in your bathroom and look under the sink cabinet
and there is a green and white box full of band-aids. Find one or two and put them on your cut.”
TAMARA pouting: “I want a big band-aid.”
ME clearly tired of the dramatics by now but trying not to sound too impatient: “You can have a big band-aid. Just pick whichever one you want.”
TAMARA clearly all better now that the words ‘band-aid’ and ‘whichever one you want’ was mentioned: “Aren’t you coming in with me? Can you wipe it for me?”
ME: “You’ll be okay girl. Just go in there and find a band-aid. You can use a piece of tissue to wipe off the little bit of blood. Go ahead now. You’ll be okay.”
TAMARA walking away without a limp.
***** FIVE FULL MINUTES LATER *****
ME happily engaged in planting some lavender bushes in my psychedelic array of flowers, shrubs, and herbs. I turn around to the sound of “I FOUND IT.”
TAMARA standing on the bottom step of the front staircase proudly showing off her big band-aid.
A band-aid the same size and shape of a Kotex maxi pad without wings.
EARLY SPRING THIS YEAR:
TAMARA engaged in a conversation with her older brother at the kitchen table one morning: “You know what Taj, one day you and I will be married and have houses of our own.”
TAJ clearly not in the mood to talk about the long off future with his little sister: “I’m not marrying anyone.”
TAMARA: “Well some woman will catch your fancy and make your heart tingle. She’s the one that you’ll marry. And then soon you’ll be engaged in talks about how many children you want, and what college they’ll go to.”
ME clearly intrigued at this little six year old munchkin and her tendency to sound just like her momma.
TAJ clearly annoyed now because he wants to be done with this talk so that he can play the Wii: “Yeah, yeah. Look I’ll have kids. Lots of kids and I’ll bring them all to your house when I’m tired of them.”
TAMARA intrigued as well: “Oh yeah, how many?
TAJ: “Uh, about 10 or twelve.
TAMARA sucks in her breath sharply, eyes nearing bulging out of her head as she stares at her brother while holding her spoonful of cheerios precariously over the edge of her bowl. “Huh?!?”
ME nearly choking on the piece of toast that I almost sucked down my throat at Tajs’ response.
TAJ happy that he finally got Tamara to shut up for once since they began eating: “Yup about ten or twelve will do. I gotta get a big house though.”
ME: Stunned silence
TAJ drinking the last of his milk and burping in response to our stares. “What about you, how many children are you gonna have?”
TAMARA recovering from the shock of being told that she will one day be the aunt to ten or twelve nieces or nephews from one brother: “I don’t know Taj. I guess I’ll just borrow some of yours.”
TIA searching for some tool to finish a necklace that she was repairing: “Help me find it Tamara. I seen you with it last. I told you again and again not to touch my things.”
TAMARA sitting on the couch engrossed in another mindless episode of Spongebob Square Pants: “I didn’t have it I told you! Why you always blame me for things?!?”
TIA clearly losing patience: “Cause you always LOSE MY STUFF!”
ME trying to diffuse the situation: “Alright, calm down Tia. It has to be somewhere. Did you check the garbage? You know that is a favorite hiding place of Trinitys’.”
TIANA coming into the kitchen; our family meeting place, clearly looking for something as well: “Anyone see the tweezers? I think I got a splinter in my hand.”
TAMARA not looking from the TV screen to address Tiana: “I think I saw those in the room somewhere.”
TAMARA shrugging her shoulders: “I don’t know.”
TIANA: “Well could you go get ‘em?”
TIA: “First she has to help me find my wire cutters so that I can finish this necklace. I have to have this done by tonight.”
ME sensing that things are going to heat up real soon: Okay, okay girls. Take a breather and calm down. Tamara turn off the TV and find the wire cutters. Tiana come with me. I think I know where some tweezers are.”
***** SOME TWENTY-SOMETHING MINUTES LATER *****
ME: “Tia did you find the wire cutters?”
TIA sounding like she is ready to explode: “NO!”
ME: “Well, join the club. I haven’t found any tweezers either. Tiana you alright?”
TIANA: “Yeah. It’s no biggie. It’ll eventually come out if I can’t find the tweezers.”
ME: “Don’t be silly. It can get infected!”
TIANA shrugging in response.
***** MINUTES LATER *****
TAMARA: “I found it.”
ME: “Found what?”
TAMARA: “The tweezers.”
ME: “I thought you were looking for the wire cutters?”
TAMARA: “Can’t find ‘em.”
ME: “Alright, bring what you got. I’m in the kitchen.”
ME turning to reach for the tweezers that Tamara has found as she walks in the kitchen, only to discover that she has found these gigantic pair of pliers with yellow handles and a scary doodad on the side.
ME, TIANA, and TIA can’t stop laughing at Tamara’s frown as she doesn’t understand what did she do that was so darn funny.
It’s these little moments that makes me smile. And grateful that I have a tribe of seven kids to keep me entertained.