My three year old son is sitting in the darkness of our stairwell, his near black eyes peaking out at me with a look of expectation. He has been there for some time. I’ve shooed him more than once, the way a home owner shoos a lonely pet that keeps coming up to their door. I’ve tried other solutions: hugs, kisses, reassurances. Still, he won’t go back to his bed or any other. He just sits there in the darkness waiting for a mother that isn’t coming home.
Call me morbid, but I sometimes wonder what life would become if my wife died Not for me, mind you, but for the youngest of the flock. See, she puts him to bed every night and stays by his side until he is well asleep, often falling asleep herself in the process. Now she is doing a week of night shifts at the hospital trying to finish up her capstone and maybe build up enough street cred for a real job. I’m all for the extra income, but the extra headache is a 3 yr old who doesn’t know what to do with himself after 7:30 and doesn’t even approach understanding how to fall asleep.
Maybe I should drug him. There are natural formulas we’ve seen and occasionally used when he was sick. A few well received drops of the midnight sleep and perhaps my stalker will be less inclined to stalk. Again, I cannot blame the boy. He is a creature of habit and his 3 yr habit has bee upended. Imagine what the world would be like for him if she were gone forever. I bet it must feel like that right now anyway.
Some Thoughts:
- A reporter uncovered a porn ring in Paradise Valley. The best part of the story was all the moms who shrugged and acted like they assumed it was there all along, and the one mom who immediately grabbed her kid and held her close, like Wicked is in the market for 2 year olds. Get a grip, folks.
- Love vs. Lust. who wins?