The Best Thing He Saw All Week
They say there are two seasons in Wisconsin: winter and construction. Our walks home from school provide ample opportunity for Arlo to indulge in his two favorite activities: watching construction vehicles and asking me why it does that. Why. Why Momma. Why does it have tracks. Momma. Momma. Why. For someone who can remember when I cut his fingernail too short eight months ago, he cannot remember why it has tracks despite having explained it yesterday. Or just three minutes prior.
I know he asks because he’s curious and he continues to ask because he likes to hear the stories. I know those are great and normal attributes of the three-year old mind, but I’m tired. Prince said there’s “Joy In Repetition” but I doubt he was singing about motherhood. (HE’S PRINCE. HE’S SINGING ABOUT SEX.) Still we return to construction sites again and again because there’s joy in repetition for Arlo. I will google the Wirtgen 2200 and tell him all about this machine and why it has tracks and then I will tell him again and again. Then I will blow his mind and show him the youtube video.
Amidst all this repetition today he asked for a kiss. “I need a kiss Momma.” Right there on the sidewalk, apropos of nothing. I bent down and met his pucker. He said “Thank you for kissing me Momma.” We resumed our stroll, mind curious, voice tired, hearts full.