|SI helping out a little friend|
Today I found myself utterly exhausted, running through the various distractions one has at their disposal when one doesn't have the energy to take their children out.
As I zoned out, staring without focus towards the TV projecting "Follow That Bird" into the room, two things penetrated my incredibly sluggish mind.
|Inside the tent|
The other was a shape moving and shifting, pushing against the purple fabric of my dress.
For a moment, I was struck with the profundity of it.
It was the same purple.
My daughters, giggling and playing some game I couldn't devote any attention to, there in the tent.
My baby, kicking and rolling inside of my belly.
For a moment, I was struck with the terror of it.
Another child. Another baby. Another little person in my life, when I had not the energy for even one at the moment.
Now, my children are playing peacefully without intervention. Baby X continues to kick, experimentally it seems.
I have ten weeks before Baby X is here.
Really, I only have three weeks to get everything done.
This week, I prepare for Passover.
The next three weeks, I prepare the nursery and M prepares for his last finals.
And then I graduate- and my mother moves in until Baby X is here. And then M graduates. And then I start up my final, four week long class.
And four days after that class ends...
Baby X's due date.
I am running out of time.
The tent in the living room is filled with plastic and wooden and cloth food.
And with laughter.
It is purple. The same purple as my dress.
There is another little girl in this purple hideaway.
Every minute, the toy food spreads across the house.
Every minute is another minute I don't have.
I am running out of time.
I am running out of energy.
I am running out.
I am afraid, and I am tired, and I have so much left to do.
And I am so eager to have all three of my little girls in the same tent. Giggling, spreading their toys around the house, caring for each other while I stare blankly towards "Follow That Bird."
Somewhere, a toy blender has been left on- endlessly spinning purple bits of glitter into oblivion.
Baby X kicks against the purple cloth.
SI hands me a purple plastic eggplant.
With the sun shining, I see two purple silhouettes in a tent in my living room.
Every minute is another minute that I am not adequately savoring. Every minute is work lost on my capstone project. Every minute is a minute closer to our family growing larger again.
For a moment, I can't care.
I am the furthest thing in the world from tense, or nervous.
I am surrounded by the sweetest children I have ever known.
Children that I am too tired to force down for a nap. Strange though that may sound.
And in my exhaustion it seems that my whole life is...
Purple. And full to overflowing with love.