Oh the trauma, drama, weeping, wailing, and otherwise gnashing of teeth that have occurred since last we met. Alright, so it wasn't all bad. Rather entertaining actually. One admission that must be made - life is never boring.
The adventure began Tuesday night (well, last Friday if we are going to be accurate.) Ginny, as she has the tendency to do, was overcome by yet another attack of croup. Foolish mortals that we are, Dave and I thought we had it under control by the end of the weekend and went merrily on our way. The prevailing Gods of health and medicine had other ideas, however. By Tuesday night Ginny was coughing incessantly, quite literally turning blue while gasping for air, and found herself in the emergency room....again. By early Wednesday morning, she was back home, and Dave and I were left pondering the eternal question - are the rocking chairs at the hospital really comfortable enough to warrant our copay? By Thursday night, we were armed with the requisite medication and nebulizer to avoid enjoying the amenities of the ER in the near future. Ginny once again donned her Snow White dress and danced about to the Enchanted soundtrack (interspersed with coughing fits of course). All was right with the world.
While Ginny recovered, Ellie had her own formidable challenges on the horizon in the form of the ubiquitous school program. This time around, she had her very own line to recite. For weeks we have labored over the assigned words. We have rehearsed, cajoled, and encouraged in preparation for this night of nights. On Wednesday evening, we were ready. Sleep deprived and weary from a day of holding the aforementioned croup victim, we nonetheless got our sorry selves to the school (I don't recall the drive to be honest) and waited for our girl's time to shine. Miss Christie introduced her class and the subject of their presentation - the state of Minnesota. The students lined up to offer their recitations. One by one the kids completed their parts moving Ellie closer and closer to the front. Before we knew it, the moment had arrived. Our little girl stood there with the poise of Grace Kelly and the stage presence of Bernadette Peters. She held up her picture, took hold of the microphone and uttered the words that would make any Shakespearean soliloquy pale by comparison..."the state insect is the monarch butterfly." And then she left the stage before singing a note of the songs she'd practiced, informing us that she was done. Oh, what a short but illustrious career.
Yes, it's been a crazy week. It seems the universe is bent on putting everything into perspective, however. This morning while cleaning out my dresser, I ran across my "Mom Bag" - a tote bag with a small illustration and list of contents courtesy of one our favorite authors, Sandra Boynton. And that's when it hit me. As nutty as things may get sometimes, at it's core my life is really no more complicated than a Boynton joke in hyperbole:
Mom Bag!
for toys, books, one sock, baby bottles, pliers, formerly-moist towelettes, PhD thesis, crumbs, pacifier, cell phone, lip gloss, keys, shopping lists, and assorted unidentifiable sticky objects, one of which might be your wallet.
Ah! Motherhood!
2 comments:
i'm your first point of light! i win! hey, we just spent an evening/night at the ER for croup ourselves, samuel style. our rocking chairs definitely do not warrant what we paid to use them. hope yours were at least padded.
Woo Hoo!!! I was so thrilled to get your comment that I might have cried a happy little tear and squealed like a school girl ;) I am so bad at keeping up with people and keeping in contact, which is exactly why I love blogging. I am so excited to have the opportunity to keep up with the comings and goings of your lovely family. We haven't had to spend any time in the ER in a long while (knock on wood). Hopefully you won't have to spend any more time there for a long time either. Did you get any video of Ellie's star performance? Love you!!! Oh and tell Dave that his nickname came in a very close second :)
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