I’m a grown woman, a corporate executive—with a pink monkey in her office. He hangs there from one arm, attached to my cubicle wall with a Velcro hand. He stares at me with those goofy eyes. He warms me inside.
Toys at work? How unprofessional.
I smile. It’s not just a toy. It never really was a toy to me at all. There is a heart embroidered on his belly, and he’s pink. My favorite color.
My son won a prize at school. “Pick anything you want.”
He saw that pink monkey, with a heart on its chest.
His mother’s favorite color.
He could have taken an airplane. He could have taken a super ball. But he picked up the pink monkey, and bought it home.
He gave it to me… for no reason.
“I love you Mommy.”
“I love you too, Baby.”
No, it’s not a toy.
The monkey stays.
Posted in Flash Fiction, Motherhood
Tagged Business, child's gift, Color preferences, love, monkey, Motherhood, Pink, pink monkey, present, Velcro
I’d like to take a short breather from the writing world just to talk about something simple.
My eight year old lost his first tooth last night. Big excitement in the Eaton household as the kids got ready for the arrival of the Tooth Fairy. My husband went to bed early, and Mommy tucked the kids in, and stayed up late working on her computer, as usual. No rest for the weary writer, or the mother of excited children.
I was thinking after I finally got to bed last night how good my husband has it, although I don’t think he looks at it that way. He’s a work from home Dad, which is really really hard. The great thing is though, that he gets to see the kids in the morning before they go to school. I miss that. Especially on mornings like this.
I wouldn’t get to talk to my son when he woke up, or see his excited face when he counted out his coins. I would miss it, like I missed his first steps.
I did get a little bonus, though. I stepped out of my room this morning ready to go to work, to find my son cuddled up asleep on the floor in the hallway outside his room. His right hand was resting on a pile of coins.
I still don’t know why he woke in the middle of the night, or why he was in the hallway. It bought a smile to my face though.
It’s the little things. He wasn’t awake, but I got to see him, and I know he was excited. Mommy really needed that.
Amendment: Omigosh! He lost another one at school today! He looks so goofy!
Sorry, I was just flipping through my vacation pictures and I just saw these. I couldn’t resist.
Sometimes, reality needs no words to back up the emotion you feel when your eyes rest on it.
It’s astounding that there are places in the world that still have such untouched beauty.
I’ll get back to that manuscript soon, I promise. For a little while, I just want to remember warm sand, blue skies, and crystal clear water.
I am about to embark on a long needed vacation. It’s time to relax, and spend some time with my family. I can’t wait to see the look on my children’s faces when the plane lifts off the ground, or when they see the sunrise from above the clouds for the first time in their lives.
I can’t wait to bring them somewhere where nature is the attraction, not the technology. I am looking forward to teaching them about another country, another culture, and how people can be so happy when they have so little from our perspective, yet lead such full lives.
For me, it’s time to dig my toes into the sand, and show my children that there are places in the world where the beaches aren’t polluted, and you don’t have to swim between two poles, and there are no boardwalks or loud arcades to drown out the serenity of nature.
I can’t wait to see the looks on the faces of my children (through snorkel masks) when a school of - fish swim right up to them, or when a crab the size of their arm walks across their path in the middle of the night, or when a peacock knocks on the back door asking for a snack. I can’t wait for them to taste fruit that has been just picked off a tree, or drink from a coconut that was opened up just for them.
Most of all, I just want to get away from all there is to do in my life. There is not enough time in our busy lives to enjoy each other, any Mommy working hard on getting published hasn’t helped that. This next week is about re-bonding with my family.
Ire. Ya Mon. No Worries. Jamaica, bring me back to what’s really important… my family.
Posted in Motherhood, Senseless Ranting
Tagged Child, Family, family time, getting published, Jamaica, losing touch, Montego Bay, Mother, Parenting, reconnecting with family