what do you mean what do i do first.
i mean do i start with the hot water or the shampoo or the hose and do i put the shampoo in the water or on the washcloth?
oh dearest Lord. i've let you loose unsupervised in society and ya can't figure out how to wash the DOG?
thus begins my saturday (well let's be honest, it's almost noon). my house is full of boys er men. er men who think like boys, or boys who have inhabited the bodies of men but whose brains are still at the pokeman stage. there are two on the patio trying to wrestle the dog and make sense of the multi-layered complex process of washing the dog. the other two are upstairs snoring. i'm sure they are all ravenous. sometimes on saturday i'll make the "Big Breakfast" (pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast...) - but guess what boys, this isn't one of them.
just got an email from my sister cheryl. she has to attend a memorial service today for the son of one of her fellow Marine Moms (my nephew luke is a Marine). her friend's Navy Seal son passed away after complications from surgery to correct war wounds and damage – he was blinded in Iraq. i'm sending mournful and sorrowful prayers for another mom. wishing i could bring him back for her. wishing i could heal her aching which will likely always be her constant companion, in this world that is.
i am once again reminded that mine is close by, hands in sudsy water, chasing a furry black creature around the patio, getting drenched in the process. his body moves and shifts as easily as his spirit - sometimes a child, sometimes a man. never sure exactly which he wants to be. tell me what to do? i know how to do it mom. help me mom. leave me alone mom. but always - i love you mom. and for that i am so grateful.
i love your son. and your dog too. and i am so sorry for sister's friend.
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