I love my darling son with all my heart. I am so proud of him for overcoming the challenges he’s been given in life. I’m in awe of his inner strength and his genuine goodness.
For the last week, John has been staying with me since his apartment is being revamped. He works in banquets at a famous hotel here in San Antonio. Consequently, he’s almost always on call and he works very weird hours.
Yesterday he called me from a friend’s house and said he was going to stay there for the night.
Our conversation went something like this:
“If you’re not going to be here tonight, is it okay if I move the (250 pound) treadmill? Flash is going to be miserable if he doesn’t get any exercise.”
“Because I can’t close the door if I move the treadmill around the bed, but I’ll do it if you’re not going to be here tonight.”
“I won’t be.”
So I put those little moving things under the 250 pound treadmill and pushed it into position (much grunting and swearing). You need to be Godzilla to move that suckah and it took me twenty minutes. Normally there isn’t a bed in the bedroom I use as a gym, just exercise equipment. I put Flash on the treadmill for 40 minutes. (Without exercise, the dog is a basket case.) But at least I didn’t have to move the treadmill again until tomorrow night.
Another phone call: “Change of plans, Mom. Is it okay if I come over to your house tonight?”
“Of course, honey. You’re always welcome here. This is your home too.”
I moved the treadmill again. The 250 pound treadmill now felt like it weighed 500 pounds. Grunting gave way to groaning. (The silly thing has wheels but you have to tilt the treadmill back to use them. Wasn’t doing that.)
Another phone call:
“Mom, I’ve been called into work and I’m going to be really late when I get to your house.”
“That’s okay, honey,” I said.
At 3:00 AM – let me repeat that, 3:00 AM – the alarm system went off. Both sirens started screaming and all hell broke loose. The alarm company was calling BOTH of us. We were shouting over the sirens. Once I got the alarm company calmed down – oh, it was because John hit the wrong key when disarming the system – Flash the Wonder Pooch started barking. That lasted another hour.
This morning, John needed to get up at 10:00, but Flash wasn’t happy (probably still miffed about the 3:00 AM wakeup call) and kept barking, running back and forth between me and the gym/guest bedroom. At 10:00 John was wide awake thanks to Sir Barksalot. Trust me, for all the shenanigans on my side it’s nothing to what John had to endure. Not only was he getting barked at but he had to work, sleep in a strange bed, then go back to work in ten hours.
He’ll be back tonight, which is where Lesson #4,914,308 of the Mother’s Manual comes in. It’s pretty much the same as Lesson #1. It reads something like this:
Thou shalt give of thyself, thy time, thy money, thy muscles, thy peace of mind. Thou shalt give unsparingly, holding back nothing. Thou shalt be forever understanding, endlessly patient, enduringly unselfish. This child you have been given will forever be thy baby regardless of his age or yours.
I can’t say I got a lot of work done today. The plumber had to come at 12:00 to replace the disposal and much canine hysteria ensued. But some days are days for lessons, don’t you think? Who cares about the annoyances? They’re transitory. What matters is I have my son nearby, I’m able to put my arms around him, hug him, and tell him I love him.
But I have two things on my Wish List for Mother’s Day:
1. More of those little moving thingees (they work really well but the treadmill has bent them in half).
2. A muzzle for Sir Barksalot.