Thursday, April 19, 2012
Mothers of little boys
Long time ago, I saw a cute wall sign in some catalogue, that said that "Mothers of little boys work from son up till son down." Today, it is a very apt description of my life. It very much revolves around my sons' goings and comings. I am sitting now, admiring a new thrifted curtain on my window, white with lilacs, very me and completely belying the maelstrom of activity that was going on around me just a few short hours ago. The sons were very much up. Different sons at different times. Today, he helped the handy man ( he is my budding handyman!), he finished yet another adventure story. So, often these days, I am amazed at how grown up he is becoming. He likes to reason and argue and use big words. He has an opinion about everything so occasionally we lock horns. But I tell him that stubborness is a good thing in right situations and one has to be strong and stand up for what one believes in. We might disagree on occasion but I know he is listening, at least some of the time:) "Could you make yogurt tonight, Mommy? I have all kinds of ideas for different flavors." I said that if he only settles down to sleep maybe then I'll get to that yogurt:) We both settled on trying to make a coffee flavored one. Soon he was back. He had an abscess on his foot that hurt. We discussed what one should do with wounds so they don't get infected. Then I remembered that I read that raw beets are good for drawing an abscess out, so I cut him a slice and stuck it in his sock. He found the whole thing very humorous, so humorous that it necessitated waking up his brother to inform him of this hilarious fact. The brother was duly amused and now they continued to horse around. "What will you make me instead of yogurt?" said the second son up( he is allergic to milk). I am not a fan of soy. It's always such a challenge to think of something for this child to eat. This son is usually on the go when he is up. Today he was zipping around the house on his scooter. He is the one who likes to ponder and construct and deconstruct, a bit too often? I keep telling him that curiosity has to be balanced with responsibility. "I love you" he says" Now can I have those privileges back? that boy!He continued to dance around me. I was thinking of trying to make kombucha, which he liked or some drinking vinegar recipes I've seen around but all of these need more time than the yogurt. Will it be potato flavored, he asks. I guess they have a vegetable theme going, these two. He enjoys his own joke, more hilarity. Suddenly all is quiet again. Before that another son spends the whole day trying to make himself understood without too many words, getting frustrated, screaming, rejoicing when he gets to his goal. Getting to as many of his goals as possible, is his overall objective these days, that's the stage he is at and because he is so much younger, his older siblings indulge his eccentricities and delight in his cuteness. Finally, his bottle is found yet again, he has his favorite book, he's been kissed and covered to his liking. Son down. Before that, two littlest sons have smiled and cried and cooed and screamed and ate and were changed and were cuddled and rocked and held until they too(two?) sank into their soft blankets and angelic dreams. Milky sweet baby smell and fluffiness and yummy toes and delicious baby sounds from these newest of sons. From son to son, from son up to son down. The daughters are also down at last:) Quiet and peaceful. It's now my down time, that of the curtains with lilacs quiet, until it will be up time again. Yes, sons -suns?