Friday, September 7, 2012

Everyday Life: So We Eat Cake

He's looking out the floor-length glass windows at tracks as a commuter train sleekly brakes to a halt and then swooshes off toward the city, as if to say that a quick exchange of passengers was merely just a blip in its day.

And I guess that's why we are here, eating lunch together just the two of us, though I don't completely know it until the moment the train jets into the distance, E's small hands pressed against the glass, his blue eyes still glued to the end car that's almost out of sight -- I don't want to be that train.

That's been my whole week, flying off from one destination to the next, slowing only enough to stop for quick pick ups and drop offs and pauses, kisses exchanged deftly before the engine again revs and roars.

But not today.

Not today especially.

He'll be newly three just before bedtime, and I want to linger in two for just a little while longer.

We wander back to our table in the quiet cafe, and soon we are talking about our lunch as we indulge.

There are meetings and there is work looming in the near hours, and I want to throw my phone with its clock and schedule across the room to shatter into a thousand pieces but instead just tuck it away into the depths of my shoulder bag telling myself that truly this schedule won't last long. And truly, we will find ourselves back in the beautiful grooves of tracks that run long, slow freight cars.

I sing happy birthday a few times to his delighted ears and he tells me about light sabers and birthdays in broken sentences while I just eat him up.

I can't resist capturing him still in a few photos, and he looks at me and commands through giggles "no more peetures, mom!"

I sense that it's time to pack up our lunch date and head to the next destination.

But he says "birfday cake on E's birfday?"

There are a dozen reasons not to.

And then there's him.

So we meander up to the counter, pick the perfect slice of lemon and almond polenta cake and return to our seats.

A fork in his hand, he takes a big bite and then scoops one for me.

"You too, mom?"

Birthday lunch date

There are dozens of reasons not to {including not having had anything with more than a hint of sugar here and there for months}.

And then there's him.

So we eat cake

together

train stalled out on the tracks, amid the horns honking, people waiting, giving pause to our runs as the world rushes by around us

and we are better for it.

22 comments:

  1. This was such a lovely post. And such a loving post... I hope his next 365 days are full of love and laughter and happiness.

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  2. Awwww...indulgence. In cake and in him. Happy three E.

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    1. While both sweet, indulging in him was so much better than the cake. :-)

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  3. We're savoring two for 8 more days until it wooshes away like that train. As much as I want to watch him grow up I'd like to freeze time and enjoy the nuzzles a bit more. Happy Birfday to your little man

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    1. Thanks, Rita. I hope you enjoy the rest the days of two. They are just so stinkin' cute and small and nuzzleable!

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  4. What good is life and health without a few indulgences? Enjoy the day...His day!

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  5. This is beautiful. I think you've got your priorities straight mama.

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    1. Oh, Jenn ... I'm trying. It's so hard to balance it all, but I know you know that.

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  6. Oh E is so sweet. I would find it hard to resist, too. Especially on a 3rd (!) birthday. I hope that it was everything he wanted to be and I know that it was awesome because you are his mama.

    On another note... with the other things going on... HUGS!...
    And may the force be with you!

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    1. Ok, so I SO needed that hug and then that laugh. Indeed. Bring on the force!

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  7. I loved three! I remember it so clearly...especially my little boy's three for some reason! And I love that you got some alone time with him on his special day!

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    1. I'm intent on enjoying three with him as much as I enjoyed two ... some kids just have the absolute sweetest demeanors ... I'm pretty sure God gave E that to make up for all of his total mischievousness.

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  8. Thank you for this! Your writing is beautifully put. It always shows up in my feed at the perfect moment. Thank you for sharing your story with us!

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    1. Paula, I cannot tell you how encouraging your words are. Thank YOU for sharing that with me. It makes it so sweet to share life when friends like you come along and say words have come at just the right moment.

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  9. I love three! And I love that you spent the day together, indulging in a treat. :-) Happy birthday to your little guy. Happy day, mama. :)

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    1. Thanks, Robin. :-) I need to indulge in the littles more often these days. There's refreshment there.

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  10. Alone time with one child is always special. What is special too is the setting aside your own personal agenda for the sharing in his delight --- that is loving. By the way, it is hard - I find - to set aside the personal agenda...hard because it can be so ingrained that we forget we need to set it aside at times....I've experienced that.

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    1. Oh, yes, yes, yes. It is SO hard to do that. I need those visual reminders -- the train -- to keep me on the right track {pun only kind of intended}.

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  11. This is so sweet. Glad you enjoyed some cake with him.

    What a cute little face he has :)

    I forget how close our youngest babies are; mine will be three next month!

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  12. You make me long for those sweet little guy days. Hyacynth, this is truly a lovely post. I love that alone time with the little ones.

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