Thursday, January 13, 2011

Bigger Picture Moment: The Beast

Lauren is playing in Mia's bedroom. 

Except for a pair of fairy-covered panties, and silver, sparkly shoes, she is bare.  It is 6 degrees outside her window; she refuses clothing.  Apparel would only hinder the swish of hair across her shoulders and upper back, which -- obviously -- would prevent her from feeling just how fabulously long her hair has grown.  Never mind that it's short, she reminds me daily of its length, tipping her tiny head back as far as it will go without making her fall backward. 

My hair is long, mama, see?  It's SO long.  See?

She is digging through a box of Barbies, dancing a purple-dressed ballerina with one hand while searching with the other.  As if of its own volition, a Beast doll falls from the box, into Lauren's lap. 

She leaps backward without ever rising to her feet, and is screaming before she reaches the door.  The Beast, you see, is terrifying.  He is a head that fits over the body of a prince doll, with billowing cape and armless hands.  He is Lauren's nightmare, come to life.  In miniature.


Barreling down the hallway, she yells for help.  She tumbles over vocabulary, making up the words necessary to properly convey the depth of her fear.  The beast is gettin me and fallin and izza-izza gawash scary for dashug mama mama he was in the box but but but...

I scoop her up -- my baby.  My 25-pound baby.  She's the one who wraps her entire self around my middle for hugs.  The one who buries her head in my neck.  The one who turns my face to hers for a puckered kiss. 

Now, I wrap my arms around her shaky limbs and promise infinite protection.   Her fists grab greedy gulps of my shirt, and I rub circles on the smooth skin of her back while she catches her breath.

I'm all she needs, and the Beast is easily remedied. 

For now.



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9 comments:

  1. Lovely -- your words capture this moment so well

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  2. Don't tell my other children this, but my second-born is the best cuddler of the three of them :) And I'll have to add the Beast to my "Don't-Buy-For-Quinn" list, since he seems to incite such terror ;)

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  3. I love the cuddles and I will take them anyway I can, weather that bee through sickness or beast (since both of mine are quickly outgrowing the desire to cuddle with mama!)

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  4. It is several degrees below zero and snowing outside and my 2 are sitting on the couch in their underwear watching a cooking show. No real reason for it, just several times a day they declare that it is "naked time" and strip down to underwear and maybe (if I'm lucky) a ruffly skirt. I assure you, they do not get this from me.

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  5. Perfect. Down to tripping over vocabulary in fear of the beast. You work it mama Lion. Protect your princess cub from the beast. Where there is warmth and comfort she'll come running again and again. And we do want them to always come to us when they need to.

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  6. You symbolism rests heavy on my heart. We can protect them so much more easily, seemingly, right now, can't we?
    So well told, Sarah. So, so well told.

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  7. So wonderful! Nothing can compare to the protection of mama!

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  8. Yes, if only it were always that simple, if only a hug would always heal. Oh, how I wish it would. This is beautiful, Sarah.

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