October 16, 2006

The Constant

I got home later than I had intended last night. Late baggage, late flight, all that crap. I called my better half as soon as I got in the asexual Mom-mobile, knowing it was already the boys’ bedtime, and said, “Tell them I’ll come into each of their rooms and snuggle with them for 5 minutes when I get home…”

I came home and Bones was already fast asleep. I kissed him on the cheek and went to my second son’s room. He had left the light on for me and was almost sleeping. As I kissed his cheek, inhaling the scent of my freshly bathed sweet boy, I heard him quietly mumble, “’night Mom”. My eldest was just crawling in bed as I finished tucking him in and gave him his good night hug and kiss on the forehead.

They were not happy I was leaving on Thursday, Bones in particular. Don’t get me wrong, there was no weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth, but there were many questions about when I was leaving and when I was to return.

And of course invariably the questions and panic concerning who would keep their lives in order. They never worry about the food issue. It’s a given. Mom is out of town and its pizza or eat out every night for dinner and I do believe even… lunch. But it was the little things on Thursday, “Mom… will you still pick us up from school today?” “Will you be home to take us to school on Monday?” “Who’s going to take us to baseball?” “Whose going to…” the trailing sentence was pretty much ‘look after us’.

I am the constant in their lives.

It’s my job. It’s what I do. I run this house and make sure everything gets done. The last message on my husband’s cell phone on Thursday night sounded like this, “Your father is at the house with the boys. I didn’t have time to finish unloading the dishwasher so the dishes are clean. Their baseball uniforms are in the dryer. Please check them so they don’t smell sour on Saturday. They have a game on Saturday at 11:30, but need to be there by 11. Don’t forget to pack them water and Bones will want snacks. Please check on their Monday practice. Love you… Bye.”

Luckily there was no school on Friday or I’d have had to have left a list for Friday’s deal. He didn’t have to contend with hot breakfasts, packing lunches, and pick up.

Not that he couldn’t have. He could. He has. He’s great at it, but it is just smoother when I do it. And the boys realize it.

And so this morning I walked into Bones’ room to give him a quick kiss in an effort to start getting his tired buns out of bed, and as I kissed his warm toasty little cheek, running my fingers through his blondish red hair, his little eyelids fluttered and he slowly looked up at me, grinned, and rolled over, throwing an arm over me and pulling me close to his face so I could bury my face in his neck and smooch on him.

Even in his sleep he had not forgotten I was coming home.

Posted by Boudicca at October 16, 2006 09:50 PM | TrackBack

Yaa for mom!

Posted by: vw bug at October 17, 2006 06:30 AM

Constant is good. Good mommy.

Posted by: Lisa W. at October 17, 2006 08:20 AM

Awwwww... That's awesome.

Posted by: Richmond at October 17, 2006 12:48 PM