I have a Wednesday night ritual after my graduate class. I get a Krispy Kreme cup of coffee (cream and sugar) and glazed donuts – hot, of course. I drive home and call whoever will pick up and talk on the 45 minute drive home. I am charged with electric writer energy from my class and usually end up talking to my writer friend, Debra Elramey http://debrasblogpureandsimple.blogspot.com/.
When I get home I nurse my boy to sleep, holding him on my lap, while I watch Parenthood, which I DVR from Tuesday night. And I thank God I get to be a parent. The coupling of the beauty of the characters and the beauty of my sleeping son with toes curled on my lap makes me pause – thankful and full.
I change him
(which I am surprised to see his first turd
what a terrifically word unterrific
how I miss the breast-feeding poopies)
I carry him
We are in bed again
roll over on his side
turn on his side
until patience has me writing this longhand in bed
I am patient as I have my small notebook and pen
I write as he nurses
this is his ritual of comfort
much as my ritual to write comforts me
in this rhythm
until well past my bedtime
My Krispie Kreme coffee keeping me awake, but I should be asleep
I am restless. I want to write
to my blog
a perfect ending to a ritual
but I fall asleep without teeth brushed, snuggled in his arms.
memomuse has been published in This Day: Diaries of American Women, Mamalode, Cowgirl, Rodeo News, Old Mountain Press, and many other publications. She has recently converted from Dunkin Donuts to Krispy Kreme. She thinks she may have a little Southern Belle in her, but she will always consider herself a Wyoming cowgirl. She lives in Eastern North Carolina with her husband, son, two dogs, and lots of paper based clutter. You can view her photos of sexy cowboys and rodeo still lifes at www.meganoteri.wordpress.com.