Ben, fiddling with a straw, leftover from a *gasp!* sugary soda, as we walk around Target.
Horrible, Awful Mother, “Hey Ben, here’s a garbage can. Please throw that away.”
Ben scowls in her direction and makes no move toward the garbage can.
Aunt Becky: “Ben, now. I don’t need any more weird garbage-y crap to clean up around the house.”
Ben, if looks could kill, she’d be dead and buried.
Dave, “Benjamin MAXWELL, NOW.”
Becky snickers into her palm at the usage of the Middle Name Treatment.
Ben flounces dramatically to the garbage can and makes a huge production of throwing out the straw. Then, he pivots to face his parents.
“FINE, I’ll throw it AWAY” he stamps his feet. “Since you HATE MOTHER EARTH.”
Apparently, our son was brainwashed.
“Dat a Pumpkin, Mama?”
“Right, Alex, that’s a pumpkin.”
“Dat’s notta pumpkin. Dat’s a GOURD.”
“Okay, it’s a gourd.”
“It’s not a gourd. It’s a pumpkin.”
For the record: it was a jack-o-lantern.
(Cacophony of dogs barking after someone knocks on the door)
“Who was at the door?” I barely looked up from my computer to ask Dave. My ass was tired from a strenuous day of sitting on it.
“Some high school kid selling magazines.”
Knowing my husband is a sucker for anyone selling anything, I sighed, wondering if he’d renewed our (never read) subscription to Golf Digest.
“What did you get us?”
Shocked, I was silent for a second.
“Wait, did the kid offer a subscription Playboy? Because I TOTALLY would have subscribed to that.”
And then incongruently there is this:
Which leaves me alternately so full of joy and so full of survivor’s guilt that I can barely talk about it. I know it doesn’t make sense, survivors guilt makes no sense, but I don’t understand any of this.
How did we dodge this bullet? I don’t understand any of it. I just don’t understand.
21% with her type of encephalocele are born alive.
55% of those born alive are expected to survive.
75% of those who survive have some degree of mental defect.
She is a miracle. My sweet daughter, a miracle.
I sit here with tears streaming down my face, crying because she made it and crying because I know so many didn’t and crying because I am so grateful that she is so, so blessed to have so many people who have prayed for her and love her.
Thank you. Every day, I am grateful for you. All of you.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have something in my eye that requires my immediate attention.