The Long RideAugust 14, 2012 at 8:44 pm | Posted in Bun, Giggles, Lollipop, Me, Transylvania | 16 Comments
Tags: Broken Leg, Challenges, Children, Inury, Milestones, Motherhood, Physical Therapy, Recovery, Romania
Today, I crawled into the back of my Forester to rearrange two car seats and a booster, shoving buckles into latches and practically begging the auto gods for a minivan.
I wheeled one of those behemoth racecar grocery carts up and down aisles while looking for bread crumbs, forgetting the lemons in the produce section (twice), and holding my toddler down with one hand because the buckle was broken — why is the buckle always broken? — when he couldn’t resist reaching for the popcorn … and spaghetti … and club soda …
I unearthed my largest mixing bowl and filled it with water so that Barbie could swim.
I made five peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for three children, refilled milk cups four times, sliced bananas and then apples and then more apples, and dumped ostracized pretzels into the dog bowls. And that was just lunch time.
I peered out the kitchen window at the storm clouds above our oak tree and prayed they would open up. They did. I danced.
I found an exploded yogurt in the fridge and cleaned the goop left behind.
I fetched paper, markers, stickers, scissors, glue sticks, pipe cleaners, and that lime-green tractor stuck under the couch.
Today was part-tedium, part-familiarity, as those late-summer days of mothering often are. When favorite cartoons have become boooooooring. When all the rainbows and robots and kittens in rockets that can be drawn have been and are taped, nearly overlapping, to every kitchen cabinet. When shiny, new lunchboxes gleam from the pantry, waiting, their embossed aluminum lids a beacon of the school year’s imminent return.
And despite the air-conditioning, I walked around all day coated in sweat like a lightly greased baking dish.
I walked around. All day.
One year ago, I couldn’t walk at all.
I listened to doctors who didn’t speak English. I begged nurses who didn’t understand me for medicine, more medicine, please. I spent the first of a hundred long nights longing for sleep, for the ability to go to the bathroom by myself, for the muscles to turn my broken body from side to side and kick the covers off when I felt like it.
One year ago today, I couldn’t walk at all.
But I can circle the kitchen on my own two strong feet, peeling off Hello Kitty stickers accidentally affixed to the tile. And I can celebrate each and every step.
What are you grateful for today? What anniversaries are you about to celebrate? And do you have stickers stuck to your floor?