i’m not sure how this happened.
suddenly, i am going to the store for pimple cream, razors, and deodorant. i just, a day or so ago, cleaned out a closet and found an unused pack of diaper wipes.
again, i ask, how can this be?
as usual i have started in the middle, please allow me to begin again.
some of you may remember “take back the night”. it was a movement in philadelphia which began as a response to growing violence in the mid 70’s. the culmination of this violence was the murder of the young dr. susan alexander speeth who was walking home alone. this was a horrible event which moved ordinary citizens into action to take back the safety of their neighborhoods.
in no way do i believe that the story i am about to tell you is nearly as universally important, but in the tiny monkey-sphere, it has been pretty earth shattering.
after 6 or so years of having to share our bathroom with the goose, i initiated project “take back the loo!”
i had been gently trying for years to get her to bathe in HER bathroom to no avail. she uses my razor (gross) and doesn’t rinse it (bleh). she leaves her clothes on the floor. she gets out of the shower wet and sometimes sits on the toilet that way. in short, she had overstayed her welcome.
she told me one early am that she would like to start showering in the morning. i explained that her father slept in until she was well at school so that wouldn’t be possible……unless……she showered in her own bathroom.
“IT’S GROSS!”, she yelled (because she yells most things these days) “IT’S TOO CLAUSTROPHOBIC!”
we struck a deal, if i made over their bathroom she would use it. this was a job i took with much seriousness. i knew just how it needed to be. spa like. feminine, but not too girly, the bug needed to use this space too. lucky for me, he has a sharp eye for design. i set about my work, which included several runs out to get supplies. the end result was….well, very nice if i do say so myself. i made sure that there was a his and hers feel about the room. they now each have their own cups and tooth brush stands. their own hand towels. their own baskets for their supplies.
which brings me to the middle.
i spent more time in their bathroom yesterday than i have since they used to bathe together. in the light of the room i could look long and hard at the faces of my children. what i saw were two people on the precipice of the next chapter. one more step and they would both be falling toward adulthood.
when i got the bug alone i asked him about the pimple on his nose. one i had been watching for a day. “you know what that pimple on your nose means, right?”
the bug beamed, “i’m about to be a man.”
it was at this very moment that i felt a corner of my heart chip and fall away. when asked later what that sounded like, i will easily answer. it was at that moment that i realized that the moratorium on swearing had been lifted in the monkey house.
the sound of a mother’s heart breaking is
HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF FUCKING SHIT!!!
excuse me while i go wash my mouth out with soap.E