We recently returned from an adults’ only retreat to old
Mexico. The wedding was beautiful, so
were the beaches, and the booze – it was flowing. We shared a condo with two of our favorite
people and enjoyed quality time with too many loved ones to count. My kindly, sainted mother watched the boys at
home, and the trip was a rare and lovely treat.
Even so, all the while, we terribly missed the boys' angelic faces.
Aren’t they cute?
Pictures can be deceptive. These
pictures certainly are.
Upon arrival, we were me with an onslaught of smooches and
warm hugs. “Mommy, Daddy look I made!” –
in reference to an easel full of dry-erase scribbles; “Gamma git me bike! I
ride it fassss! Vroooom!” – in reference to the shiny, new, red radio flyer
trike sitting in my living room; “I go
pak with Gamma, Pa, Baby Sheene! Have
ice ceem with Wandall LaLa!” – in reference to apparent happenings during our
absence. “Mama where Nini? Where Unc Tom? Nini at scoo.
Unc Tom at home with Dude and Coe” – in reference to his Aunt Nini and
his Uncle Tommy. Ah, and those gummy,
perfect smiles from baby S… It was all
so sweet, and my heart nearly exploded from the cuteness of it all.
Now, a few days later, we have resumed to some level of
normalcy, and I am left wondering why the hell I didn’t stay in Mexico that
extra day that T tried to push.
Seriously. Why??? I now remember that laughing eyes and a crooked
grin from the Box usually means that he has destroyed something, somewhere… or
is about to “hug” the life out of his brother… or perhaps is getting ready to
torment the poor dog or innocent cat. S
can’t sit by himself for two minutes, and it all constantly leaves me feeling
like I might internally combust. Believe
me, you, ‘calmly’ explaining why throwing baseballs at a plate-glass window
isn’t allowed is trying. I lamented my frustrating,
domestic situation to my mother. What I
got in response was a knowing grin and a new nickname. Just call me Patience.
A toast… to a Big Gulp of good wine (or whatever is in
stock) at the end of those long days and to patience.
