So I spent yesterday wallowing in self-pity and melancholy because my baby was turning 11. She is but a driver's license away from total independence. She has even figured out how to make her own instant Mac-n-Cheese. I am nearly obsolete. Then this morning, from the dim light of the kid's bathroom I hear..."mommy." I brace myself for whatever might be spewing from whatever opening and find my son sitting on the side of the tub with a nosebleed.
So he jumps in the shower and I have my arm in there with him, pinching the bridge of his nose while he shampoos and washes. Then he takes over pinching while I dry him off and we move to his bedroom to tilt his head back onhis pillow. I pick out his clothes for school (which I haven't done in years) and dress him while he lays on his back waiting for the bleeding to stop. Sheer bliss!
So while I am worried about the bloody nose, I am happy, at peace almost, to know that I am still needed.
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Julie,
ReplyDeleteLove your blog so far. We sound alot alike. I honestly try to keep my mouth shut during the day, knowing I could add my own stories to those going on all around me. I'm not always successful.
I started blogging to keep up with friends when I moved back to TN, but love it now as a place to express myself. And as everyone who works in the publishing industry...I'm trying to write that first book too. Looking forward to getting to know you better.
Deborah (down in sales)
I love it! :)
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