I was supposed to spend this week with The Mayor and Rooster Girl because their daycare program is closed for Spring Break.
[...and there was no way I was loaning them the car and letting them go to Daytona – not with all the recent “I want cock” talk. No way.]
Unfortunately, because The House of Joy turned into The House of Sick last week and because I am self-employed, if I didn’t work I would have had to fire myself for underperformance.
I somehow convinced The Mayor's daycare teacher to spend her vacation at our house in order to sequester myself in my office and catch up on
my blog reading important work projects.
I was disappointed to change my plans.
I had been looking forward to spending the week with them, which truth be told, is a shift for me.
Until recently, caring for both of them full-time routinely wore me down to a nubbin.
Oh, I love them (with all my heart and daisies shooting out of my butt and blah, blah, blah), but two babies only fifteen months apart has been hard. In all honesty, much of it has been tedious, at times mind-numbingly dull work.
Things have (finally) taken a turn for the better at The House of Joy.
The Mayor and Rooster play together a bit reducing the need for constant parental policing.
It is genuinely nice to spend time with them now.
Yesterday, our daycare provider had to leave early so I spent a few hours aimlessly drifting along with them.
The three of us walked through the streets of our neighborhood underneath the blossoming tree limbs showering us with petal storms.
Time stretched out before us, unhurried.
We stopped to watch a flatbed truck load a dumpster on its back.
We watched a squirrel tight rope walk on a telephone wire.
We met a dog who couldn't use his hind legs but had his own rear wheels instead.
We watched a man cut kudzu vines off of a tree trunk.
We threw pebbles in a stream.
We had an entirely unplanned adventure in a simple walk around the block.
I was reminded of my Grandfather, my Ady.
When I was as little as The Rooster he would take me for walks around the block.
Though I was quite small I remember those walks well.
I was so small and everything was new.
Every insect and flower was an adventure. I was filled with a sense of discovery.
I had his attention all to myself! The bliss, the honor!
Roaming my neighborhood holding the tiny hands of my children, I thought of my Ady.
Perhaps his walks are the legacy he left for me... a lesson in love and the simplest celebration.
From now on The Mayor, Rooster and I will take more walks around the block.
I know my Ady will walk beside us.
Ady & Me