Forged in the fires of Anne's belly, tested in the hospital rooms of St Louis and St Charles comes a new breed of warrior. Small, wiry(?) stubborn, tenacious even. He will test even the most hardened parent. Parents who have survived the great sorceress Bridgette, or the relentless warriors, Ricky and Ammon, who have survived many imaginary battles (and a few real ones). Who is this conqueror? It is Simon. His name strikes fear into the hearts of all men but most especially his siblings. His Mother may even cry "Uncle!" His own Father, a hardened warrior himself has even been known to cry out for mercy in his presence. His Mother at this moment is weak with relief as this ball of fury rests after a mighty battle that included dogs, a dentist's waiting room, a recently immunized sister, sand box fights, Buzz Light-year and Rex.
Pray for this Mother!
3 comments:
I love reading your posts like this. You crack me up! You are an amazing mother!
How did you catch him sleeping? He is always on the move, that one. Excellent writing, Anne. So satisfying to read such descriptive memories.
Today Lily wouldn't stop tossing her favorite toys into the trash can. So I made her pack all her toy into a box and we hid them away for the day. It's the most horrific thing I've done in motherhood yet - but I only have one child, and she's only 2 - so my track record is just starting :)
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