Life Support Required

The other morning T came stumbling out of his room after I had woken him to get ready for his dad to pick him up.
Blonde hair standing on end.
Big feet.
Barely awake.
Drinking chocolate milk from the container.
He puts the bread in the toaster and leans against the counter to wait.
It pops.
He likes his toast barely cooked.
I like my toast nice and toasty.
It is a battle.
The drawer opens and closes.
The cupboard opens and closes.
T: Mom why would you put this in the cupboard?
Me: What?
T: Why would you put the empty peanut butter in the cupboard?
Me (walking over) What? You can still scrape it out.
T: Mom it is on life support! (rattling the container at me)
Me: There is enough there.
T: Mom why would you do that? It is very disappointing for a person to get up and think ‘yeah I want peanut butter toast.’ And there is no peanut butter. It is very crushing.
Me: laughing
T: I am throwing it out mom. Do not put it back in the cupboard. And is peanut butter on the shopping list?
I should have taken a picture of the offending jar of peanut butter.
He went to throw it out but there was no bag in the garbage can.
So it sat on the counter.
Staring at me accusingly.
Until I came home and threw it out.
And peanut butter is still on the list.
©Aug. 1/21
Picture via Pinterest

Journey of a Child

From the first
movement
heartbeat heard
mine own
swelled
threatened to burst
love felt
forever
always
my boy.
I watched your first steps.
I heard your first words.
I watched as you learned to ride a bike.
I heard as you learned to read.
I held you in the night against monsters.
Your mind delights me
your heart astounds me
your kindness
your desire to help
all the things I want you to bear forth
the shield to be held in manhood.
We are entering yet another branch
another era in your life
where independence
choices made now
ripple with consequences
turning you into the man you will become.
At every point
I will be there
with a loving heart
and a hug
waiting for you to come home
to me
once more.
©July 29/21
Picture is my own