Wednesday, November 2, 2016
The Sweetest Secret
We went to the Urgent Care where Owen was to get his stitches out and all was well in the waiting room. The boys were perusing a copy of Boy's Life magazine and Lily was wearing a drowsing Maggie in a front pack carrier and then they called Owen back and so Lily and Maggie went with him and Gibson had a complete melt-down, wanting to go back into the inner rooms with them.
Poor little fellow. I'm not sure what caused it because he is usually so easily distracted and re-directed when he becomes upset but he was having none of it today and we had to go outside and gather ourselves and I felt so sorry for him. I asked him why he was crying and he said that he wanted to play with the toys and I had no idea if there were indeed toys back there or not but the situation was such that he was not going back there and I don't think that either one of us ever took it too seriously. He needed to cry for whatever reason and I didn't want the people in the waiting room to have to listen to him and so we discussed the option of a time-out in the car and he did not want that and in the meanwhile, I was getting texts from Lily that the wound had not healed as much as they would have wanted and this person and that person needed to look at it and then, that instructions as to care had to be given. The stitches had been removed but it was a deep cut and right on the inside of where the joint is and that's just a hard place to heal.
So of course it all took a lot longer than we thought it would have and that is life and for whatever reason, I never got perturbed or upset in the least and eventually, we all reunited and met up with Jessie and August at Costco. Gibson sat in the cart as I pushed it around and he had completely gotten over his trauma. At one point, he gestured me to bring my face close to his.
"I have a secret," he said. "You have to promise not to tell."
"Okay," I said. "What is it?"
"I love you," he said, his husky Gibson voice whispering into my ear.
"I love you too," I whispered back, and thus, all was as fine as could be again and if there could be anything sweeter than that, I do not know what it is.
Ah, the finger will heal entirely eventually and somehow, this day has been as good a day as I can recall, difficulties and tears included, kisses and promises given and received. And to be honest, Gibson told his mother and his brother our secret on the way home which is why I feel I can tell you what he said.
"I love her," he said, as he and Owen were looking at Owen's new Pokemon cards.
Which was more than enough and everything in this world.
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You are so loved.ReplyDelete
I know it. It is the greatest miracle I know.Delete
This made me cry in such a good way. Yes, more than enough. Hope Owen heals swiftly.ReplyDelete
He will heal. He is young healthy. Thank you, sweetie. So much.Delete
Hugs to all of you. You said the other day that you didn't think your posts mattered. I'm a single mom in Virginia and I read your posts to remind myself there are good people who love each other in this world. Please keep posting-cats,chickens, and all.ReplyDelete
I tell you something- I am going through a bit of a patch of wondering why I bother to post these words except for the obvious answer which is that I love doing it so much.Delete
Your words have given me more than you know.
Thank you. And let me say that I have been a single mom and here I am and it can all turn out fine and yes, there are good people who love each other.
I remember the first time my oldest grandchild (she just texted me pics of the wedding dress she picked out the other day....talk about a meltdown!) told me that she loved me better than her other grandma. I was adult about it and said something along the line of she should love all her grandparents the same. And I should be ashamed to admit that inside I was jumping for joy that she loved me best. She said it was our secret, and the reason. It seemed that the other grandma didn't do cartwheels in the yard with her, and she served grilled cheese sandwiches without trimming the crusts first. Gasp!ReplyDelete
Oh god. I am such a jealous grandmother. I won't ever reveal my truest feelings in this regard because I'm so ashamed of them! And honestly, I am so happy that my grands have other grandmothers because they do truly have so much to offer them which I can't provide. We all love differently and we all live differently and I know that and honor it. BUT! I'm still a jealous grandmother.Delete
I love you too ;)ReplyDelete
Is it a secret? Haha! Thank you.Delete
You touch our hearts, Dear Mer, with your stories of the grand boys and girl. You are my daily rest stop, on the days you are feeling good and the bad.ReplyDelete
Love those little whispers of love in the ear. Nothing better. Sending more love. x0x0 N2
Thank you, N2 for stopping by and leaving me a comment. I do so appreciate that. I love knowing that you are here.Delete
Oh to be able to melt down in the safe company of a MerMer such as you. Gibson understood the great gift of it, and in his secret I love you he was also saying thank you. Oh Mary, this is love. Incandescent.ReplyDelete
You know, even when it was all happening, I knew that it wasn't such a big, terrible thing. Gibson just had hit a wall of some sort and he's so tender, that one. Like a tender little flower, even though he's such a chunky monkey of a real true boy. In a way, it was a beautiful thing. I was sad that he was sad but I was glad to be able to be there for him and with him. And it turned out well. He knew I wasn't angry. And that's good because I definitely was NOT.Delete
What a great story! I wonder why Gibson melted down about the "toys"? Maybe he was remembering being somewhere else where there WERE toys. Who knows. Anyway, glad everyone ended up happy and NO MORE STITCHES! Yay!ReplyDelete
Yes. I think he was remembering another place where there were toys. Exactly. But it sure wasn't that place!Delete
sorry to hear Owen's cut isn't healing as fast as they would like.ReplyDelete
It's such a deep cut and in such a bendy place. It'll heal eventually.Delete