Day 31: One Nice Day

 

 

 

 

 

Going into Spring Break, I wished for one nice day.  I knew I had a lot to do between Easter dinner and projects around the house and all the work I brought home with me and projects for Two Writing Teachers.  One nice day is all I wanted.  One nice day to forget everything else and just play.

My wish came true yesterday.  The girls and I visited all the neighborhood parks and took a walk around the block and colored with sidewalk chalk and played in the sandbox and had friends over to play.

Days like this are rare and I know it.  I soak it up.  Every moment, appreciated.  Every memory, captured.

It’s days like this I know I will remember when my girls are older.  It’s days like this that nourish my soul.

One nice day.

 

SOL

I’m writing a Slice of Life Story every day for the month of March as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. See more at Two Writing Teachers.

 

 

Day 30: Everything

I was sharing a silly and very happy childhood memory with my mom the other day.  Something my own children did had reminded me of her and my own childhood.  Suddenly, my mom put her hands up over her eyes and hung her head down.  Was she crying?

“Mom?” I questioned.

She wiped her eyes.  “I know I didn’t do everything perfectly.  There were a lot of things I probably screwed up,” she said to me.  “But when you talk about memories like that, I think maybe I did some of it right.”

The words caught in my throat, and I didn’t say them.

Everything, Mom.  You did everything right.

SOL

I’m writing a Slice of Life Story every day for the month of March as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. See more at Two Writing Teachers.

Day 29: The Legend of Nolan Poppy

There was a kid in Maddie’s old daycare room who Maddie labeled as “the bad kid.”  I don’t know how bad this child was, but according to Maddie’s lore he was bad.  For the sake of this Slice and to protect the innocent, let’s give him a pseudonym.  Nolan Poppy.

Now, many years have passed since Maddie was in that daycare room.  But the legend of Nolan Poppy survives.  Whenever Maddie and Katie play school, Nolan Poppy is in trouble. Nolan Poppy has to sit in the corner.  Nolan Poppy gets his clip moved to red.  Nolan Poppy’s mom has to come pick him up.  Nolan Poppy sometimes doesn’t get a pretend treat.  Nolan Poppy, Nolan Poppy, Nolan Poppy.

Yesterday, Katie was rifling through the box of DVDs to find a movie, and she happened upon Maddie’s Spring Show from the old daycare.  She popped it in the DVD player, and the girls sank into the couch to watch it.  At the end of the show, each child received a certificate.  The daycare director called the names.  “Molly Andruch…. Maddie Murphy… Nolan Poppy.”

Maddie and Katie gasped!  Nolan Poppy!  The looked at each other, wide-eyed.  “Nolan Poppy!” they said in unison.

I guess they had forgotten he was once a real child.  They had forgotten the man behind the myth.

I sat in the kitchen chuckling to myself.  I mean, how bad could one kid really be?

SOL

I’m writing a Slice of Life Story every day for the month of March as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. See more at Two Writing Teachers.

 

Day 28: Maybe Holidays Don’t Suck

I hosted Easter dinner at my house.  To be honest, the holidays stress me out.  Holidays mean extra planning, extra shopping, extra cleaning – a bunch of extra stuff in an already crammed schedule.

Last night after dinner though, I looked around my messy kitchen.  The dirty dishes were everywhere.  Maddie and Katie were clamoring for dessert and my brother-in-law was clamoring for coffee.  My nephews were loudly debating something or other, and my niece was in mid-conversation with my sister.  My mom was wiping the countertops, and my husband was complaining about how much he had eaten.

It was loud, it was a mess, and it was beautiful.

Maybe the holidays aren’t so bad after all.

SOL

I’m writing a Slice of Life Story every day for the month of March as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. See more at Two Writing Teachers.

Day 27: Tough Questions

“Mom, is the Easter Bunny real?  After we took our picture with him, I gave him a high five.  I felt a hand – like a person hand – under his fur.  I think he was wearing a costume.”

My heart sank.  I looked from Maddie to Katie to Maddie again.  I didn’t know what to say, and the sight of their big brown eyes looking up at me and waiting for an answer was too much to bear.

“Well, I, uh, I guess – ”

“I mean, I know he’s real,” Maddie continued.  “Of course the Easter Bunny is real.  I know that.  I just mean…maybe that wasn’t really him?”

“Maybe,” I said so quietly I’m sure neither of them heard me.

And just like that, their conversation turned to another topic and they were done discussing the existence of the Easter Bunny.

I exhaled.

Fleeting.  It’s all so fleeting.  One moment I am shopping for baby toys for Maddie’s very first Easter basket and the next moment I am holding my breath and hoping she’ll believe for just one more year.

Just like that and it’s gone.

 

SOL

I’m writing a Slice of Life Story every day for the month of March as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. See more at Two Writing Teachers.

 

Day 26: Green Beans and Our Song

I hate grocery shopping.

I hate making the list, I hate navigating the store, I hate loading the car, I hate bringing the groceries in the house, and I hate putting them away.  When I have the kids with me, I hate it all even more.

The girls and I were in the canned vegetable aisle when we heard our song suddenly playing over the PA system.

All three of us starting singing.  Katie was sitting in the front of the cart (she’s still small enough to do that, even at four years old) and Maddie was walking beside the cart.  I stood, looking at the green bean choices.  And we sang.

I had a dream so big and loud, I jumped so high I touched the clouds…

We were all smiling and Maddie glanced around to see if anyone was looking.  I didn’t care. We were loud and it was fun.

I stretched my hands out to the sky, we danced with –

The song got interrupted by an employee announcement and, just like that, we were back to the mundane task of shopping.  I pushed the cart past the green beans and into the land of pasta.

It was fun while it lasted though.

SOL

I’m writing a Slice of Life Story every day for the month of March as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. See more at Two Writing Teachers.

Day 25: A Memory and Some Magic

Putting Katie to bed each night takes some finesse.  Her room can be too hot or too cold or too dark.  Her pajamas can be too tight or too big or too boring.  Her leg can itch, her arm can hurt, her toe could be scratchy.  She might need a drink or a hug or another kiss.  If you’re going to put Katie to bed, you need a little extra time and a little extra patience.

I was running low on both of those things last night.  She was tucked in under the blankets, but I could see her mind working to come up with a reason to stop me as I walked towards her bedroom door.

“Good night, Katie.  I love you,” I said.

And then I remembered.

My sister and I tucked in under our blankets, my mom standing at our bedroom door (probably low on time and low on patience).  “Good night, sleep tight, blow out the light,” she would say.  We would blow and instantly the room would darken.  Magic.

How had I forgotten?

“Good night, sleep tight, blow out the light,” I said to Katie.  She sat up and looked at me quizzically.  “Blow,” I said again with a smile, my finger on the light switch.  Katie blew and instantly the room darkened. I could sense Katie’s smile as she lay her head on the pillow, content with the magic she had performed.

SOL

I’m writing a Slice of Life Story every day for the month of March as part of the Slice of Life Story Challenge. See more at Two Writing Teachers.