Was it REALLY worth it?
******WE ARE ALL MOVED IN WITH A NEW FENCED IN BACKYARD**************
"SON! TIME TO COME IN."
"OH MY SWEET LORD WHAT HAS HE DONE?!" He had found the only small spot of mud in the backyard and had gotten into it.
I set him down on the kitchen sink, "Look at you! You are a TOTAL MESS!"
My four year old boy's hair had turned from light brown to dark black. Half of his face was also blackened with dirt. As I stood, exasperated at the sight in front of me, my boy furrowed his eyebrows, stuck out and looked at his semi clean arms, and asked me "What?"
(Ahhhh...I reminisced about the days when what was not seen did not exist.)
"What did you do to your hair?!"
He sucked in some air and shook off his confused look, "Yeah, I pretended to play shampoo."
"WITH DIRT?!!"
He was back to the furrowed eyebrows and I was not finding the irony of the situation funny at all. Yeah, why would his mother be so upset with him...he couldn't imagine.
Stripped and plopped into the tub, I dumped a bucket full of water over his head. Instantly, all of the water in the tub turned black. As the blackness dissipated, I dumped another over his head and the blackness grew again.
Over and over and over I scrubbed the boy, I drained the tub TWO TIMES, and after washing and rinsing his hair TWICE, he still wasn't clean! I pulled apart his locks of hair and peered in fearful. As I suspected, globs of mud were clinging tight to his scalp.
I scratched some of it off with my fingernails and showed him and for the first and only time that night, he showed a little disgust.
Ahhh...those were the days. When a boy could show off to the little girl from down the street by rubbing mud in his hair. Yes, proving himself to her and showing her that he could live wildly on the edge. Looking into the face of danger (his mother's face) was all worth it for her. SHE was really impressed. (NOT!)
"SON! TIME TO COME IN."
"OH MY SWEET LORD WHAT HAS HE DONE?!" He had found the only small spot of mud in the backyard and had gotten into it.
I set him down on the kitchen sink, "Look at you! You are a TOTAL MESS!"
My four year old boy's hair had turned from light brown to dark black. Half of his face was also blackened with dirt. As I stood, exasperated at the sight in front of me, my boy furrowed his eyebrows, stuck out and looked at his semi clean arms, and asked me "What?"
(Ahhhh...I reminisced about the days when what was not seen did not exist.)
"What did you do to your hair?!"
He sucked in some air and shook off his confused look, "Yeah, I pretended to play shampoo."
"WITH DIRT?!!"
He was back to the furrowed eyebrows and I was not finding the irony of the situation funny at all. Yeah, why would his mother be so upset with him...he couldn't imagine.
Stripped and plopped into the tub, I dumped a bucket full of water over his head. Instantly, all of the water in the tub turned black. As the blackness dissipated, I dumped another over his head and the blackness grew again.
Over and over and over I scrubbed the boy, I drained the tub TWO TIMES, and after washing and rinsing his hair TWICE, he still wasn't clean! I pulled apart his locks of hair and peered in fearful. As I suspected, globs of mud were clinging tight to his scalp.
I scratched some of it off with my fingernails and showed him and for the first and only time that night, he showed a little disgust.
Ahhh...those were the days. When a boy could show off to the little girl from down the street by rubbing mud in his hair. Yes, proving himself to her and showing her that he could live wildly on the edge. Looking into the face of danger (his mother's face) was all worth it for her. SHE was really impressed. (NOT!)