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Friday, January 30, 2009
Undercover Secrets From a Mother Trying to Hide
Making the bed is a metaphor for my life.
If I make it -- the day will go well. If I don’t -- bad things can happen.
I make my bed.
Since I can’t reach my son’s top bunk bed, I leave it undone. But I figure that since it’s up so high, I get a metaphoric pass.
I stop in front of my daughter’s bed. Her Hello Kitty! sheets and blanket are askew.
The bed must be made.
I arrange her stuffed animals at the end, tuck the sheets tight into hospital corners and take care to evenly spread the blanket.
As I sit on top of the bed, near the headboard, this is where the sheets and cover really need to be evened out.
But I am overcome with the thought that rather than make them, I want to go under them.
I don’t have time for this. I have too many things to do. This is too much of an indulgence.
I lie on the bed and tuck the covers all around me up to my neck, and then I draw them over my head.
This is nice.
I have time alone. Nobody knows I’m here. I don’t have to deal with my son not doing his homework. I don’t have to explain to my daughter why I won’t buy her something/anything new. I don’t have to tell my husband why it was necessary for me to buy Orgins skincare products from Nordstrom's rather than ones at Walgreens. I don’t have to throw the ball to my cat. I don’t have to worry about my cancer. I don’t have to answer the phone. I don’t need to return e-mails. I don’t have to feel guilty about not writing.
I -- can -- just – be.
Or maybe I can’t.
“Why are you under the bed like that?” my daughter, Mimi, says. “Are you hiding!”
“Can I climb in with you?” she asks but doesn’t wait for an answer. Together we snuggle, in the dark, under the covers.
“I like to hide,” she says.
I do, too, but when you’re a mother -- it's not often that you get the chance.
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This is at once honest and touching and humorous. Who hasn't wanted to climb under the covers? And by the way, I don't make my sons top bunk bed either.
This is at once honest and touching and humorous. Who hasn't wanted to hide under the covers? And by the way, I don't make my sons top bunk bed either.
Running for cover takes on a whole new meaning now. I love how you've articulated this motherly urge.
What a wonderful image. Hello Kitty sheets, you and Mimi, and the fullness of living in the moment. Thanks for this!Post a Comment