He walked inside, yes inside – filthy.
I had tied the dogs up and let him play just outside the door while I prepared dinner. He was pushing his trucks around, I didn’t need to supervise him.
“I fell down the hole!” he said.
Hole? Hole? My mind boggled. “Oh no Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooole”
As you may or may not know, we are currently residing on a farm. One of the treasures is that outside there is a hole, a covered hole, but only covered by a removable thing, hole.
A hole where, well things you don’t usually care to know about is lurking.
He stood there, in the loungeroom covered in the contents of the hole.
My mind quickly gave me a snapshot of the days events that had proceeded this moment.
The “insufficient funds”, the earlier sitting on the kitchen floor crying while Monte told me he loved me so much and “Why do you keep crying Mama?”, the frustrations that neither of my phones would work and I couldn’t talk to anybody to get off my chest everything that was weighing me down, and now — how fitting, he had fallen down a hole filled with poo.
It wasn’t all bad. I knew that if I was in my right mind, I could find humor in it, could find the sunshine in it. I did see flickers of it during the day – but the overwhelming-ness seemed to win, mostly.
Earlier we had gone to the park, I was swollen with pride as I watched my beautiful son frolicking on the tennis court he had climbed into via a small hole in the fence. I watched him climb the big ladder where the umpire sits and then threaten to jump from the top.
I recalled then having to crawl through said tiny hole in the fence of tennis court to save him from potential doom.
He picked me a flower.
Kissed me unprompted and told me “I’ll look after you this weekend Mama”, while his Dad was away.
I saw the beauty. I felt so grateful to have this constant reminder of pure beauty in my life.
Through writing this – through the stresses that life is currently throwing my way.
Through the struggle that can be balancing work, money and a family life – I look at my son. In poo.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, Skunkhour begin to sing. “We’re up to our necks in it……….”
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Great song! Great post! After Monday’s Skype sesh – and we put faces, like proper moving faces. to the names perhaps when you feel like this, you can get on the blower to me.
Oh you reminded me of the time my dad dug out our septic tank (yes voluntarily – not accidentally fell in). it had been raining all week and somehow it was blocked and overflowing – gross!! Well it was the day of my 18th birthday party and there was my dad digging out the septic so it would be clear when the party happened. How’s that for true love?? Sigh.
ahhhh! That is love at its finest, definitely. It ain’t pretty!
It’s the essence of being a parent, don’t you think? Not pretty. It’s like changing 3 crappy nappies in the space of an hour. Who else would do it?
exactly. It comes from unconditional, I’d do anything for you love. I guess there’s a beauty in the pooey stuff we do!!
Hehe it’s why they’re born as defenceless babies and NOT vile teenagers. It’s so we’ll love them unconditionally as vile teenagers. I have to say i am still chuckling from your post, I can just see it!!!