Right Now

Right now, my entire family is asleep. I’ll be headed there shortly, but first, I wanted to take advantage of the quiet to think and write down some things I’ve been thinking about and experiencing lately. In no particular order…

My mom made her yearly trip to Chicago over the first weekend in May. The kids had such an amazing time with her. She and Jude planted different salad greens, herbs, and flowers in our window boxes. She and Ramona built nests and drew. We all went to the Kite Festival and to Lickity Split and to Maddiebird Bakery (many times!). Now she’s gone back to her home, and Jude and Ramona are missing her. So am I.

Today we had our weekly breakfast date with some artists from the neighborhood. The kids and I look forward to Wednesday, every week. For me, it’s how I ground, and it gives me a time to touch base with some really fantastic adults. For the kids, it’s a time to draw, play games, read books, play with Play-Doh, and chat with adults who are not me.  The relationships they have with this group of people is beautiful. Sometimes, I like to just sit back and watch and listen. Jude often times will spend the morning playing with his best friend, Ava, but on other days (like today), he’ll spend most of his time creating something or another (or playing a game, or talking to) with one or more of the adults at the table. I love to listen in on their conversations. I love how they listen to him. After she eats, Ramona usually spends her time focused on Patty or Louise or Steve (or whomever is sitting next to her that is, again, not me). She loves to draw with markers, improving on her friends’ creations. Today, her best friend joined us, and they played, side-by-side in their respective high chairs all morning. It was really great. Until…

On our way home, in her new Keens, Ramona’s face and the concrete sidewalk got to know each other in an intimate way. The poor kid was running after Jude with Fred following her, when she tripped and landed on her face. She cried, because it warranted crying. And then we quickly walked home listening to Jude’s jokes all along the way. That cheered her up. And once we were home, she and Jude took a warm bath together and played while I cleaned up her face. She took some arnica and let me put ointment on her abrasions. She’s okay now, but my heart hurts for her.

Finally, Jude’s birthday is coming up, and his party is going to be frakking awesome. And! To add to the awesomeness, my best friend, who I haven’t seen in six years, is coming to visit the very same weekend as his party! I’m so excited to see her and her husband again and to meet her daughter! Oh! So! Happy!