happy brooding
This Mother's Day, so far, is weird. Like a step out of normal time.
I dreamed my niece and I were trying to swim from the beach to a boat. As I rose from the dream into waking, I remembered swimming with my crazy aunt in Lake Michigan, out to one of those permanent... raft thingies? when I was 13 - more than 20 years ago. I'd almost forgotten that. That was the summer my life started changing for the better. I hope it's a sign of things to come?
Instead of sleeping late, as is my motherly right, I came downstairs at 6AM with cramps too vicious to let me go back to sleep. It's ok, though, cuz I took a painkiller and curled up on the chair with my favorite blanket and took notes on a new scene for my maybe-novel.
Later I got to talk to the God-King in daylight without a little person interrupting. Listened to sounds of said little person rising from bed and thump-thumping down the hall. Watched him come downstairs in his baggy pjs, his hair all rumbled and eyes all sleepy-wide. He gave me a heart-shaped card that he made and wished me happy valentine's-I-mean-happy-mother's Day, then proceeded to play live-action video game complete with music.
I also got a carved red heart from the fair trade store. They think it's made in Kenya.
Kitty spent some time in my lap. Rubbed her face on the Kenyan heart. Rubbed her face on the God-King's toe.
Came to the laptop and my first cup of coffee (I've been awake an hour and a half with no coffee?!?). Listened to a chillingly-lovely recording of my dear friend's daughter singing for Mother's Day. Saw a picture of my niece's new tattoo - a dandelion with seeds blowing away, in memory of her father. (She's barely 15 and I can't say I approve, but still it's lovely and I know Shawn would be honored. Is honored.) Gazed out my back door at my favorite kind of sky - sunny, but full of dark, brooding colors like storms are only a thought away. Like happiness and pain are shades of the same hue.
Now I'm going to refill my cup and start writing this scene while the God-King makes breakfast - pancakes, bacon, and homefries. By request.
Yeah, strange morning. But in a good way.
I dreamed my niece and I were trying to swim from the beach to a boat. As I rose from the dream into waking, I remembered swimming with my crazy aunt in Lake Michigan, out to one of those permanent... raft thingies? when I was 13 - more than 20 years ago. I'd almost forgotten that. That was the summer my life started changing for the better. I hope it's a sign of things to come?
Instead of sleeping late, as is my motherly right, I came downstairs at 6AM with cramps too vicious to let me go back to sleep. It's ok, though, cuz I took a painkiller and curled up on the chair with my favorite blanket and took notes on a new scene for my maybe-novel.
Later I got to talk to the God-King in daylight without a little person interrupting. Listened to sounds of said little person rising from bed and thump-thumping down the hall. Watched him come downstairs in his baggy pjs, his hair all rumbled and eyes all sleepy-wide. He gave me a heart-shaped card that he made and wished me happy valentine's-I-mean-happy-mother's Day, then proceeded to play live-action video game complete with music.
I also got a carved red heart from the fair trade store. They think it's made in Kenya.
Kitty spent some time in my lap. Rubbed her face on the Kenyan heart. Rubbed her face on the God-King's toe.
Came to the laptop and my first cup of coffee (I've been awake an hour and a half with no coffee?!?). Listened to a chillingly-lovely recording of my dear friend's daughter singing for Mother's Day. Saw a picture of my niece's new tattoo - a dandelion with seeds blowing away, in memory of her father. (She's barely 15 and I can't say I approve, but still it's lovely and I know Shawn would be honored. Is honored.) Gazed out my back door at my favorite kind of sky - sunny, but full of dark, brooding colors like storms are only a thought away. Like happiness and pain are shades of the same hue.
Now I'm going to refill my cup and start writing this scene while the God-King makes breakfast - pancakes, bacon, and homefries. By request.
Yeah, strange morning. But in a good way.