Thing 2 burst into our bedroom this morning at 6:57, with the grace and peace of a wild bull with a dart stuck in his behind.
I was sound asleep when the bursting happened. I had prayed last night before bed, “Lord, I would love for it to be Your will that Thing 2 would sleep until 7 AM.” God doesn’t usually grant me such frivolous requests, because He’s usually quite busy listening to the real, meaty prayers of mothers watching their children die of starvation in lands of drought. Me asking for a 7 AM wake-up call is not a priority on the Good Lord’s list of Prayers To Grant With a Solid Yes, which… really... is as it should be.
But somehow… last night… God heard, and He said, “Okay. I will give you this 7:00 wake-up call, and then I want you to remember it, and remember that I am still good on the days when Thing 2 gets up at 4:45 in the morning.”
When I saw that it was 6:57 this morning, all I could think was, “Well! He missed it by three minutes, but GOD SAID YES!!!” I woke up refreshed and bright-eyed and feeling like I could have built a semi truck from scratch today, which is really saying something, considering that I don’t know a gasket from a transmission.
When Thing 2 burst through our bedroom door, he jumped straight on our bed and yelled (because Thing 2 has no indoor voice at all), “Oh, my gosh, Mom! LOOK! Take this!” I held out my hand, and he dropped yet another tooth into it. “I lost that sucker as soon as I woke up! I just woke up, Mom, and my tooth felt weird. I just touched it, and it popped out.”
So, people, that makes SEVEN LOST TEETH, at the age of BARELY FIVE. The Tooth Fairy has had to set an alarm on her phone, to go off at 8:15 PM, because she cannot remember to fly by our house with Matchbox cars on her own. She’s gotten old, and her memory just isn’t what it used to be. Thank goodness iPhones come with alarms, as they’ve saved that fairy’s bacon numerous times already.
And, if I do that, you know — OH, YOU KNOW!! — that I’ll add spinach leaves and try to trick Thing 2 into a little extra smoothie nutrients that he has no idea about. One morning last week, I blended up a raw protein shake for Thing 2. He asked, “What’s in this?” I told him that I’d put pineapple and blueberries in it. He said, “Why does it look a little GREEN? Pineapple and blueberries are not green. It tastes funny, too.”
“I don’t know, Son! It might have been the cup of organic spinach leaves I threw in there!” Of course I didn’t tell him that, because the shake would have been thrown straight into our sink, as he opted to skip breakfast completely.
In other news, Thing 2’s preschool hosted a family art day this morning. Moms and dads were invited to join their little peanuts for an hour of arts and crafts, with glue and pipe cleaners and glitter.
So basically everything I love, wrapped up into one morning.
At one point, when Thing 2 was pouring fourteen cups of green glitter into a homemade sensory bottle that the kids were making, Hubs leaned over to me and whispered, “Deep breaths! In through the nose… there you go… out through the lips… there, there. You’re going to survive this.”
Glitter and I have never been friends.
I know that the only glitter in Heaven is going to be the sparkles on the angels’ wings, and God will have made sure that stuff doesn’t fall off as they walk by. I won’t ever have to try vacuuming it up. We all know that once glitter is in your house, it’s there for LIFE.
Hubs and I hopped from one art station to another with Thing 2, as he hammered little nails, glued and glued and glued, liberally POURED (rather than SPRINKLED) glitter, and stuck pipe cleaners and googly eyeballs all over chunks of egg cartons. Our son was in his happy space, touching all the stuff and squishing his hands in glue and painting with all the colors.
Meanwhile, I pasted a false smile on my face and said, “OH! This is so much fun! Look at these gigantic messes we are making with ALL THIS FREAKING GLITTER EVERYWHERE!!!!”
HOWEVER, our morning WAS fun. Our child had buckets of fun CREATING, and Hubs and I loved watching him in action. Thing 2 is animated and full of a zest for life that is completely unmatched by any other child on this planet. It is our pleasure to watch him enthusiastically create masterpieces, as he turns to us and asks, with pride, “Do you like this?”
The pride I felt watching Thing 2 do his art projects and politely ask for the supplies he needed when his classmates were already using them was overwhelming. He has become such a big kid, with independence and a fiery spirit.
And his preschool is now going to have to buy new glue and glitter, as he officially emptied a bottle of each of them, SINGLE-HANDEDLY.
Y’all have a great weekend.