Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Management Meltdown

Roughly three hours before my first labor contraction hit, The Boss had a precognitive existential crisis. She was sitting on our bed as The Partner and I nested our way through a much needed pick-up of the bedroom. Maybe it was witnessing this act of cleaning that shocked her system--so foreign was the idea of seeing her mother with a duster in one hand and vacuum in the other--more than intuition of the imminent arrival of a sibling, but whatever the cause, it's safe to say that The Boss freaked out.

"It's not fun being bigger and older!" she shrieked suddenly. It came out of nowhere. She rose to her feet on the semi-firm mattress and threw herself prone. "It's not fun!" She was screaming again, and rising again. Then she threw herself back. She was crying.

"What's wrong, honey?" The Partner and I both climbed onto the bed with her, patting and consoling and wondering. We had hazy notions of what troubled her, but we wanted her to articulate it. We wanted to say the right things back.

She probably wanted words, too. But all that came out was I don't know.

6 comments:

Mrs. Chicken said...

The Poo has had moments like that. Those are the most difficult parenting moments for me, when I can't help her. So I stand close by, comforting.

You sound so lucid. I've really, really missed reading you. And tell me, what is it like to love a son?

slouching mom said...

oh, the poor girl.

precognition indeed.

Whirlwind said...

Einey still has moments like that, and yes, even at six she will occasionally throw herself down.

Boz said...

Upon reflection, I think the tantrums may be due to the conflicts arising from The Partner's ambivalence genes and your own introspective genes mixing in The Boss's DNA soup!

jen said...

she clearly realizing something it takes many of us much longer to understand.

Heather said...

I know how she feels! Sometimes I don't think it's any fun to get older either.