Life of an Albuquerque Mommy

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Rose and the Sword

I was going through a bit of a rough patch. I thought it was post-pardom depression. My doctor did blood work, I was told it was just sleep deprivation. Somehow, that didn't help to make me feel better.

During my rough patch I would have a few good days in a row, and a few bad days in a row. During my bad days, I would call "S" at work and ask him to come home early if he could (which he couldn't), in tears. I didn't want to do anything, and the house was a mess. "Sy" was 7 months old, I didn't feel I had a reason to be feeling that way.

I had been having another period of bad days. Constantly in tears, not knowing what to do, calling "S" in frustration while at work. One of those nights after one of those days, he had come home with a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses. Just because! just for me! It wasn't for Valentines Day, or our Anniversary. Just because. It was so sweet!

I put my new roses in a vase and then placed them on the kitchen table, so they could be prominantly seen. "S" went in the bedroom with "Sy", and I started doing dishes, and began on dinner. I could hear "W" behind me playing with Jack (our dog). No big deal, he's always playing with Jack. After about 10 minutes of the same sounding play I turned around to see what "W" and Jack were doing. I gasped, and immediately started to cry. "W" had crawled up on the table, pulled out a rose and used it as a sword to attack Jack. When the stem would break, he would crawl up and get another. He went through 4 roses before I realized what he was doing. With broken rose in his hand, I walked him into the bedroom to show "S" what he had done. With tears streaming down my face I told him the tail of the knight and the dragon, and showed the rose in "W"'s hand as evidence.

The flowers on those four poor stems, were all still in good condition. Not a single petal had fallen. I collected the four broken "swords" and tied them with a rubber band and hung them in a closet so they could dry. The other weapons of choice for my little knight in training were put up out of reach.

Posted by ABQ Mom :: 2/16/2006 09:02:00 AM :: 4 Comments:

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