Some weeks are just going to be hectic. A big project, a big event, any reason for excitement and borderline anxiety will do it for this family. Not only is this upcoming weekend the retreat I love so much (and for which I am also the speaker), but this week is also the week I wanted to start monitoring my son’s diet, eliminating gluten and dairy (reasons are for another post).
Amidst all the busy-ness, I do what I can for the kids. Sometimes, they will eat cake for lunch (after a healthy, hearty, late-morning snack, of course). This won’t be the day we eliminate gluten. Cake sounds good to me, too.
During my phone call with my friend, my youngest — nonverbal — child comes to me smelling like mint, more precisely like toothpaste, showing me her white-covered hands. It looks like it could be icing. After all, her mouth is still blue and green. No, she smells like toothpaste. A bathroom check and hand-washing confirms that she has, indeed, squirted out quite a bit, smearing it into the sink. The good news is that her toothbrush is out, too. Bless her heart! She wanted to brush her teeth after all that sugary cake! This is the comfort I give myself. Naturally, I’m hoping she didn’t eat it. I’ve made that poison control call before.
A deep breath. There’s no real harm done, even after she takes the cake server and mutilates the rest of the cake. I can’t be everywhere at once. She has reason for angst. I have reason for cake (though it doesn’t look nearly as appetizing anymore!). We’ll just have to see each other through this, and I’ll have to remember that a mother’s sense of calm is sometimes her best coping mechanism.