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The temperature on the deck at 11 am was too hot to bear, so while the children mucked up their sandals in the previous night’s rain-fueled puddles, I abandoned my usual deck chair for the shade of a tree.
I thought they were engrossed enough in the mud that they’d not notice me, and I could for five minutes think thoughts uninterrupted by childish chatter. Alas, peace that day was not meant to be. The little ones mobbed me, leaving drips of gritty water up and down my legs. But their interest waned quickly due to the attractive forces of sand, mud and fresh puddles.
The eldest child showed up in their wake. She surprised me by draping herself extravagently across my body, one arm and one leg resting on each side of my torso and her head on my shoulder.
It was not the most comfortable position for me. Damp grass wet my clothes, my head rested on a pointy rock, and my child’s skinny frame weighed me down more than would seem possible considering her ambulatory angularity*.
She’s got a birthday coming up in a few weeks’ time, one that will bring her ever closer to a milestone. I can’t imagine that there will be much more time before she’ll allow herself no more extravagant mommy-drapery.
How much more time do I have, do you suppose? A year? Just months? At what point does a little girl decide that she’s done draping herself across her mother for comfort?
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*If Google is to be trusted, the phrase “ambulatory angularity” occurs NO WHERE ELSE on the internet.




