This one has to go out to little Henry who found himself at the hospital on Thursday with a broken leg! Our sweet little dude jumped from a cubby at school on Monday and then had a normal day. At bedtime, he started to express discomfort but we hugged him and loved him and wished him sweet dreams. In the morning, things changed. We woke to him crying out from his bed that he could not get up. Not sure what was wrong with him, I carried him downstairs and set him up on the couch with a little snack, a little blanket and a little TV while David and I got dressed and ready for school. A few minutes later my mom arrived and sat with him and the two of them started their morning with Owen joining in shortly. We kissed goodbye and backing out of the driveway, David and I headed out for a normal work day. About 15 miles from home, my mom called and said that Henry was inconsolable. This wasn’t just a bruise or a pulled muscle. He was crying on the floor and unable to take himself to the bathroom. Immediately turning around, it was time to bring Henry to the hospital and his pediatrician agreed. After a long walk from the parking garage to the hospital entry, in which Henry was quite uncomfortable, we finally made it to the doctor’s office. A few Xrays later and Henry was getting his “hulk leg” cast to stabilize and immobilize his leg which showed signs of a break at the growth plate of his femur. For the next three weeks, he will be donning this new look. He was so brave throughout the process. He waited so long in multiple doctors’ offices, then had to experience his first Xrays, followed by a full leg cast, and having to be carried in the pouring rain back to the car with a bag on his leg. Not once did he complain or fuss. He just cuddled and played with his toys and answered all the questions that the doctors asked as his team worked to locate and understand the problem. He even laughed a little while we tried to make it to our car as quickly as possible while the heavens poured down on us. It is crazy to say this, but seeing him tackle this and conquer this just makes me fall in love with him all over again because he is crazy brave and crazy cool and just the sweetest little guy.
Yes, we had the most beautiful and basic New England fall days this weekend. We have less then 14 days until the end of the school term and what I like to think of as the official kick-off of the holiday season and this past weekend was a glorious lead-up. From time spent together, to time spent outside, to a date night finished off with a kids ice cream sundae for each of us, it was a quite good one.
In the local mom group I am a part of there is a fun fact Friday post to our Facebook group and it is always a post I look forward to. Instead of the typical posts and questions, it is a chance for us to be silly together and in that I always feel stronger ties to the community. This week the question had me laughing out loud. In light of the Halloween holiday the question asked: if a salt circle seance was drawn to call out and draw in your spirit which five items would they use to encircle you?
I burst out laughing because the concept of this is just for some reason hilarious to me. But then, it was hard to name five and it dawned on me that while this question is by its nature super silly, it also reveals so easily the identity crisis that I and so so so so many mommies I know express. Outside of my family, who am I right now? What five items would “define” me? Not me as a mom, or me as a teacher, but just me. It was a lot harder then to think of, but of course we cannot compartmentalize the many layers of our identities. Mommyhood and being a teacher are a part of my identity so I breathed a sigh of relief and let myself off the hook a little for being a “totally original and perfectly unique human being.” And then my five items came to me:
What would your five items be?
He worked so hard to build a 300+ piece lego set all by himself and it was so crazy cool to watch him do it.
“I fear Squirrels the most,” my brother Bryan said one random evening over dinner. We all cracked up laughing. Not because his fear isn’t legitimate since squirrels are pretty terrifying. They just sort of freeze-up when you see them and then shift side-to-side as they contemplate their escape and you engage with them in this awkward dance as neither of you knows which direction to shift your weight into and you fear that the beast will choose to leap onto you face! But that exact sentence has been repeated in our family countless times because of its beautiful construction and the way it brought us all together in agreement that squirrels might be the creature to fear the most.
Prior to the articulation of our familial collective phobia of squirrels (known as “Sciurophobia”), there was and remains another creature of equal trepidation: The Music Snob. Now this person is not insufferable, entirely. In fact, the music snob is a much important species in the ecosystem of humanity. Except, the music snob is super intimidating. You know you are in the presence of a music snob based on four telltale signs:
Mostly, this person intimidates me because my musical preferences are so pedestrian. Tops 40s are my jam and I rarely download a single song but enjoy whatever the radio personality puts on. Live shows don’t compel me to purchase tickets and I don’t think I even own a set of earbuds. There does exist a desire to be more musically inclined but no follow-up is ever consistently achieved. When people share their favorite songs during ice-breaker activities, my face heats up in a panic. “What was a song on the radio that I heard this morning?” as my mind floods with anxiety before my turn to share out.
But there are three songs that no matter what else is going on in the world, when the introduction chords or baseline drops, I pause. These three songs compel me to listen to them in their entirety because I sort of love them and they make me think about the three most important relationships in my life. They aren’t maybe the coolest and they likely would not impress a music snob, but they are literally music to my ears and in the past 24 hours I have heard each of them on the radio and gotten a little smile from coincidence. So take that hypothetical music snob judging me! haha