Over the weekend, I woke up and discovered that the Lyme Disease had claimed my left foot. Every joint was sore, I could put no weight on it, and I couldn’t even spread my toes apart. I often boasted that because of my toe splaying abilities, I can peel a banana with my foot.
It’s on my resume.
I felt like this new affected area was going to put a crimp in my ability to effectively parent my children. Because there would be no way that I could kick anyone’s back side into gear each day.
It’s not like I can rely on yelling, although I do try. But Fiddledaddy is always quick to inform me that I sound like I’m insane whenever I yell. As if. As it is, I’m certain the neighbors refer to me as the pot smoking homeschooling mother. Why not tack on insane as well. If you’ll recall, part of my healing regime requires the use of a Moxa Roll. Which when lit and applied to the offending joints, smells very much like what Spicoli might have smelled like as he fell out of the Volkswagon in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.”
Okay, I just got my own joke. Offending joints. Marijuana reference. I slay myself.
Anyhoo. Another area of my parenting prowess that is greatly affected is the ability to sweepingly swat at my children with my right hand as I roll merrily down the highway in my mommy-mobile. Since I’m losing the use of my left arm, I have to keep BOTH hands on the wheel at all times.
I’m within inches of losing my driving privileges as Fiddledaddy is threatening to confiscate my keys. I assured him that I only have an issue when I need to turn left. And if I plan a trip just right, I have perfected the ability of making all right turns to get to nearly anyplace I want to go.
Turning left is over rated, anyway.
But, there is one thing that I’m still able to do to maintain my Super Mom status. I have not lost the ability to give advice to the lovelorn.
I recently discovered that one of Jensen’s cousins was teasing him about his relationship with 5 year old E and her twin sister K. Jensen has declared his undying love to both of these sisters. And they to him. It is a precious relationship, demonstrated by hand holding and sweet hugs. The kissing has mercifully come to an end, after all 4 parents involved insisted that kissing be reserved only for the child’s own mommy and daddy.
And they have dutifully complied. So far.
But Jensen’s cousin told him that the whole thing was just disgusting and gross.
Well. I talked to Jensen and told him not to let anyone tell him such lies, and that his friendship with E and K was something very special. He said, “Oh, I know mom, l love them. They’re my best friends!” Thankfully, Jensen marches to the beat of his own music, and could care less what anyone thinks of him. We should all possess that gift.
And furthermore, I told him to continue to look out for E and K, because they do not have an older brother to protect them. And he does. He opens the door for them, and helps them up from the floor during Awana and Sunday School.
Today, a friend of mine at church, informed me that she watched with amusement as Jensen sat in the childrens big group at church on Sunday. The Kindergartners sit on the floor in the front, and Jensen was flanked on either side by E and K, each of his arms draped protectively around their shoulders.
My heart melted into the floor.
But there could be trouble. After church, E pointedly asked, “Jensen, who do you love more, me or K?” Uh-oh. I jumped in and offered, “He loves BOTH of you.” And by then, their attention was diverted by a dust bunny on the carpet, or a fly, or whatever else claims their short attention span.
E is the more eccentric of the pair, and Jensen tends to gravitate toward her on most occasions. But honestly, he cannot tell them apart (neither can I), except that E is the one most likely to show up with a baggy on her head as a hat.
On Monday we’re hosting a play date for E and K, and their older sister at our house. And happily, their mommy is one of my favorite people in the world so I always enjoy girl talk with her. Jensen of course is beside himself with excitement. He cannot wait to show them his toys. Particularly the Disney Cinderella Castle that doubles as a fortress for Mario, Luigi, and friends.
I will be enforcing the NO CLOSED DOORS policy. I will also be honing that other mothering ability that Lyme Disease has not affected. The eyes in the back of my head are 20/20.
Have a wonderful Monday, my friends!