I’m giving this post a rating of G!
Meaning 150% family safe…I guess I should post a warning or disclaimer for some of the R-rated or PG-13 rated posts that are going up in the next few weeks. These people are my friends, though, and have taken the heart and dedicated time out of their busy schedules (of eating bonbons and scoping Hulu for free movies) to write these posts for me.
Even if they’re not your cup of tea, please respect that they love me enough to do it.
And introducing Maria from MommyMelee, a dear friend from St. Pete who has the YUMMIEST baby that she lets me smoosh and love on until he cries.
Love you, Maria! This made my heart ache.
XOXOX
Anissa
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We hurried through the parking lot after the movie, my son’s small hand clutched tight in mine. I hate parking lots. They make me nervous. When I was a little girl, a friend’s little brother was struck and killed by a car. I remember that all the time when we’re out around cars.
(I know. I worry too much.)
But as we rushed to the car (we have to get home to feed baby brother his boobers!) he started yelling and dragging his feet.
“I see something orange, I see something orange!”
“We’re in a PARKING LOT,” I snapped at him, yanking him along. “KEEP WALKING.”
But he kept yelling, getting more hysterical. So as we reached the car I crouched and held his skinny shoulders.
“What?” I snapped. “What do you see. Show me.”
“Something orange,” he said quietly, pointing to the sky. “What is it?”
On the horizon, an airliner’s trail glowed, a bright orange line. It looked like a jagged sliver of fire. Somehow, despite the thunderheads on every horizon (our Floridian mountains) the setting sun managed to find that one little trail.
“Oh,” I whispered. “It’s a plane, baby.”
“It’s very far away,” he said, watching it.
I lifted my face to the sky, breathing in that moment. Taking in the wonder in his voice and his ability to find the smallest little things I’d never notice.
I would like to keep this memory, I thought. I’d like to keep this.
Directly above us, a bright half moon stood out against the darkening sky.
“Oh, look at that,” I said, grinning with anticipation.
“What?” he asked, looking up. He gasped. “The MOON!”
“It is!”
“The moon is very far away. I want to go there,” he told me. “ I want to fly to the moon. I want to fly.”
He pushed up on his toes as if he could fly away right then and there. My fingers tightened in his shirt. For the briefest moment, I felt that he could. That he would.
And then I exhaled and smiled and hugged him tight. “You can, babydoll. You can fly to the moon if you want. When you’re big. You can do anything you want.”
I lifted him up. “But first we need to go feed your brother.”
on Jun 11th, 2009 at 9:22 am
If I’ve learned nothing else on the past 4 years, its to look at, take in and appreciate the “little” things.
on Jun 11th, 2009 at 11:15 am
What a great memory, and wonderfully told.
I panic in parking lots, too.
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on Jun 11th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
Stupid brothers, always needing to eat. Great post, Maria.
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on Jun 11th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
AWWWWWW Maria! I got all squishy and gooey mommy inside at this post. Love it and I love that you stopped to have that moment.
LOVED this!!! So wonderfully written!
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on Jun 11th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
Beautiful. This post made my heart ache for you. And I want to hug your little man.
In so many ways, although I want my girl to stay little forever, I can’t wait for her to be “big” enough to share her wonder of the world with me. Right now I can see her look at something and her eyes grow big, and it amazes me every time that such simple things amaze her, but I can’t even fathom how much MORE touching it will be for her to actually speak, ask, and learn.
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on Jun 11th, 2009 at 12:37 pm
Great post, I didn’t feel like I was going to pass out today LOL…..
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on Jun 11th, 2009 at 5:23 pm
I’m so glad you have that memory tucked away.
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on Jun 11th, 2009 at 6:31 pm
Oh my. How lovely.
on Jun 11th, 2009 at 9:19 pm
So sweet!
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on Jun 15th, 2009 at 10:56 pm
I love this! I do my best to stop for those moments – the stray penny just begging to be pinched between tiny fingers, the rolly-polly scurrying across our path, the weed that masquerades as a flower. I imagine, too often I rush right through – so – clearly, I need the reminder!
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on Jun 15th, 2009 at 11:41 pm
I love this! I do my best to stop for those moments – the stray penny just begging to be pinched between tiny fingers, the rolly-polly scurrying across our path, the weed that masquerades as a flower. I imagine, too often I rush right through – so – clearly, I need the reminder!