We have this down to a fine art around here. Some days I'll ask "Princess, what would you like to do today?"
and she'll answer "let's just be today Momma".
We have not had one in a while. It has been cool and rainy here...not normal for N.J. in August by any means.
We have been inside for too many days.Small forays to pick dripping tomatoes do not count in her book.
Some of the boredom was relieved Yesterday, when we picked up a stack of "new to us" games from a
nearby freecycler.We played the "Monsters Inc " version of Life for hours.
Last night Farmer Dad got a chance to hang out with some men folk and play guitar....drink beer..eat subs.
Princess and I dropped him off and picked him up for his "play date" as she called it.
I dropped her off at my sister's to make cookies and play with the puppy.
I had the house to myself. I put some Bruce on the stereo and cleaned out a closet and moved some books downstairs. I started some bread dough and roasted some tomatoes. The house smelled good and it would have been perfect with only the addition of one of those Bass Ales my DH brought with him to jam.
But, oh wait I was the designated driver...no beer for me.I made a hot cup of tea instead.
It was almost as satisfying. ;-)
After picking him up we stopped to drop off some tomatoes to our good friends and return a tent they had
lent to us, and she told us some very bad news. Her sister-in-law who has been fighting cancer for a couple of years, was just told it has spread and she has maybe 3 months to live. She has two little children and a husband
(and family and friends) who love her. Her children are just a bit older and just a bit younger than Princess.
7 and 4. I lost my mother at 21 (also cancer),and I still feel it. How will they manage?
My mother was just about Princess's age when her Mom died (also cancer) and she grew up not having many
memories of her, not remembering her voice...things like that haunted her into adulthood.
It is just painful to think of what these children (and all the others who love her) will have to go through.
As we baked our bread last night, and watched our Deadliest Catch tape, I just wanted to hold her and cry.
We picked up our toys from during the day and cuddled on the couch to read and played yet another game of
Hi-ho Cherry -O!, and I stopped being annoyed by the calls for "one more game Momma, one more book Momma.." and just enjoyed being her Momma.