IM from my son Friday:
Never mind the heart pounding I experienced considering the damage his ignorance could inflict on my beloved washer,
Never mind that (as I was later to discover) he had loaded the machine with his socks, only his socks and not one other item sharing the hamper with his socks,
Never mind that he went from brazen challenger to quitter in one sentence,
Never mind that, at 12 years of age, Sarcastic Willy Wonka is his chosen avatar…
None of that matters because,
My son knows we have a washing machine and he knows what it is for!
And it got me thinking. I don’t take time often enough to thank my boys for all the joy they bring me.
So, without further ado (too late)
Here it is:
Ode to my sons, a thank you
A computer breaks, an engine won’t start,
You come to me and it warms my heart.
Your wreckage arrives, as there’s “nothing mom can’t do!”
And so I do, and do, and do and do and do.
I love you but if everyone could stop breaking things, that’d be great.
I like to be outside, this you know,
So without complaint we go, go, go!
But when life ties us down and we’re unable to roam,
You bring the lovely outdoors right into our home!
Seriously. There’s dirt everywhere. I’m freaking Cinderella, cleaning, cleaning…
I strive to be fit, to keep up with you,
Your energy, speed, our active milieu!
And you, my sweet darlings, help me on my way,
By making me run stairs a dozen times a day!
The next time I have to walk up and down stairs just to tell a kid his food is cooked someone is losing an eye…
I love you, my cherubs, more than is possible to tell,
But there is one thing I love almost as well.
So thank you, for you and your fantastic freak show,
And flooding me with reasons to drink more Merlot!
Cabernet, Pinot Noir, sometimes even a nice Riesling…I’m not picky…
I love you boys. Never change.
Except, shower – do that. And wear clean underwear… maybe get a job one day….