Today was a ‘motherhood’ day. Ups and downs. Growling as I stomped around the house looking for a very lost kindle which eventually turned out to be hidden (in a very toddler manner) behind the radiator that is behind the sofa, growling more as I encountered the bedrooms of my daughters.
That’s life. Mess, missing stuff, monumental drudgery in the form of repeating the tasks I’ve been repeating since I was 24. And I’m 40. I’ve been doing this a long time now.
Tidied out a cupboard and realised I’m finally getting rid of things no one else here will need.
They boy played alongside me as I worked and hunted and grumbled today, trundling through the misplaced belongings of his sisters, trying on hats and coats and shoes as I decluttered.
We sang songs.
We had the strange pigeon English conversations you have with toddlers, a handful of words and 2 years of learned gesture communication.
He vacuumed. Did a pretty good job. Then I had to cut some fluff away from the brushes to make it work better and he watched intently. I knew what was coming.
All afternoon he ‘fixed’ the dyson, carefully repeating what he had seen me do.
He played at my feet, my happier, kindle found, floor cleaned, cupboard emptied feet while I sat in fresh air and sunlight and crocheted.
He stopped once or twice and made ‘cake mummy!’ in the sandpit, rode his car, lined up dinosaurs. We sang some more. And then he slept.
A grumpy day became peaceful day. The peace started long before he slept.
I grabbed a moment to be Merry, not mummy.
And then the others came home.
It was good to spend the day with you Bene.