Monday, October 3, 2016

You Don't Need To Walk On Water To Be A Miracle In My Book

I tell you what- this whole being physical and productive shit is killing me. I was doing great up until about four-thirty this afternoon at which point I thought I might die. But I did not die, as per usual, and got Mr. Moon on the road to auction with his snack bag and popcorn and kisses and admonitions to be safe and to text me when he gets there and so forth.
Because, you know how it is- the ONE TIME I forget to tell him to be safe, he won't be and it'll be MY FAULT.
That is in the Mother's Handbook which is issued to every woman when a baby she's either given birth to, adopted, or perhaps just came in contact with, triggers the delivery of. You've never seen a copy, you say? That's because you've never looked at a mother's DNA under an electron microscope. It's there. Trust me. And some of the stuff in it is transferable to being a wife, too.
Definitely for being a grandmother.
So. You see that darling girl? You know what I let her do today? I let her chew on a dead, dried up tiny worm.
Yes. Yes I did.
We were outside and she was chewing on something and so I did the mouth-sweep, as you do, and was horrified to discover not the leaf I was expecting, but a tiny curled-up worm jerky.
Oh Lord.
Well, good for her gut bacteria, right? What could possibly have more beneficial bacteria than a worm? Have you seen any of those yogurts or probiotics advertising themselves as having more beneficial bacteria than worm jerky?
No. You have not.
Because they don't.
I need say no more.

So I did my job as a grandmother today and also, I kept all three of the children alive which is not as easy as it used to be since Owen learned to climb trees and swing from the branches like Tarzan or a monkey.
Gibson is sick with jealousy that he can't climb the tree and desperately wanted me to put him up there and I not only refused, I told Owen that he had to come down because it was making his brother crazy but I don't think I fooled him. He knew exactly who was being made crazy.

But we had a good time and when I left, Owen said that I should tell Boppy that "Owen loves him," and then Gibson chimed in and said, "Me too. Tell him that Gibson loves him," and Maggie, safe and happy in her mama's arms actually reached out her arms to me and I held her one more time before I left, giving her one more chance to rip my earring out of my earlobe but I deftly avoided her quick grasp and handed her back to her mama, earlobe still intact, cheek kissed again.

And so, a day that started out well looks to be ending well and the little birds went outside the coop today and then went back in and I even took the trash and recycle and did laundry and I've washed my new nightgown for premium softness and oh, boy. I sure am looking forward to bed and my book.

I'd love to post a video Jessie sent me today of August demonstrating how to say "book" in both English and sign language but unless I post it first to Youtube, I can't figure it out and dammit, I just don't have the energy for that sort of foolishness tonight.
It's amazing and funny and as I was saying just a few weeks ago, no matter how many times I went through the normal development of a child with my own kids or saw it in my friends' kids, every time I see it again, it blows me away and makes me believe that each of my grandchildren are geniuses.
Which, of course, they are.

Which, of course, they all are.

We all are.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Oh geez on the worm. But there Maggie stands all happy and she loves you so much. She will never know until she is old enough to read it here one day😝. People eat worms in Australia! Protein.

    1. Well, I don't feel too bad about letting her chew on that worm. I's not like it was a roach.

  2. The worm was fairly healthy I am sure. And any germs it introduced will make her stronger. Good job ;)

  3. I love that you called it worm jerky! And her little thighs -- sigh. I miss babies!

  4. hey, some people eat worms as a matter of course. and maggots and larva and crickets. so there.

    we had a climbing tree at the city house. the grandkids loved to climb that tree. and yes, before they were big enough to scramble up with their older brother hanging like a monkey from a branch, they wanted me to put them up in it. but the rule was to climb the tree you had to be able to get up in it by yourself. which really wasn't too difficult because the trunk branched into four about 3 feet off the ground.

    1. I told Gibson that no, I was not lifting him up there and told him as you did that when he is old enough to do it himself, he will then be able to climb the tree. But sometimes it is just hard, being the little brother. Such a difference between four and seven.

  5. Oh Mary you made me laugh so hard I flushed both cats out of their snuggly hidey-holes. Thank you!!!

    1. I'm glad, Rebecca. Thank you for telling me.

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  7. Well, worms are just protein, right?! :)

  8. I am glad that other people speak safety into being. Drive safe. Be careful. I love you. I love you just in case this is the last time I get to tell you. All of that. It is messed up but I can't stop doing it.


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