Man, where to begin?
8/20/2013 So I worked last night and didn’t get to bed until around 1am. A blink of 3 hours later I awaken by a kick, from Max in the middle; zero recollection of him ever climbing into our bed. I think I’m asleep and I hear this tiny far-away voice say “Mom!” I sit up in bed, realize it’s Sam because Max is passed out right next to me. Brian’s still in bed so I know Max isn’t alone to awake in fear of being left alone. I go into their darker than usual room. Nite light, burnt out. “Mom my light isn’t working” with what appeared to me to be very little anxiety. His tone was more factual than fearful. Crap. Brian told me we were out of lite bulbs; what am I gonna do now? I turn the noisy (best $220 we ever spent by the way – definitely helped with the multitude of noise neglectful canine owners surrounding us in our close townhouse community. These canine friends are always outside, often for long periods of time, more often than not, with no dog’s best friend at his side. And thus they were, and still are, arguing all hours of the day & night. Uh, but that’s a whole other 3 posts) sorry – refocus terri!
I’m back, I’m in bed next to my big boy. My big beautiful inside & out, amazing, brilliant, caring, loving, emotional, kind, generous, with an eerily good memory, son Sam. A child who suggests and models sharing, is one of the most well mannered, good communicating, MOST FOCUSED people I have ever had the honor to know. A true believer that “it’s in the details.” My awesomely patient, well behaved, excelling, exceeding all my own perceived expectations of any 6 year old soul. My first born son, an impressive 4 ft. 2 in, 67 lb. mini-man child my Sammy-D, Sammy Danger. My gentle giant. He can physically, sometimes unintentionally, and other times, impulsively,or even intuitionally & knowingly inflict physical damage to others who do not heed his requests to be left alone. He has a pretty good tolerance level for peskier people, and usually says “Maxi, can you please stop?” “Maxi! Maxi, please stop!” “MAx!” “MAAAXX!”
in the hallway into his room to cast what little light it could possibly provide for the 160 sqft. of pitch black darkness that consumed him. So, tired. Climb into the middle bed. Reassure. Comfort. Nurture. Mother. Perfectwhole 160 Sqft. of darkness
(also blueberry pancakes one day/year, is today the day? yep.