I want to clean. And I never want to clean. And yes, the summer is waning, and yes, the school year is fast approaching, but this year, more than any other year, I do not feel in control of things. So I can do laundry. And clean the tub. And maybe I’ll find the broom. I will need Clorox wipes. A lot of Clorox wipes.
Even as I sit here writing, as my dog keeps vigil to make sure that we are safe from menacing squirrels and those incessantly mocking chipmunks, I feel my brain pushing forward to the moment I will look at my glistening kitchen floor and feel relief. I will hopefully feel like I have done something, accomplished a task. Because I am in tightly wound, barely holding it in, panic mode.
I can’t control their world anymore so I clean. (Photo Credit: Emily Genser)
You see this morning, I woke my kids up at 7am. I forced my husband out of bed. I walked the dog and came back to wake everyone up again. Because Josh has 6th grade orientation at the middle school across town. And Abby has soccer tryouts for her freshman year at the high school down the street, and for both of them this is new in a way that is terrifying, and there is little I can do to help them, and for me that is new in a way that is horribly not okay. So maybe I should start cleaning now. Where is my dustpan?
Josh has been held preciously until this moment by a supportive elementary school. His principal has watched and cheered as he has evolved from an unmedicated, undiagnosed, motor-driven, always moving, talking talking talking, kindergartner who could not get out of his own way, or sit on the appropriate dot on the rug without kicking his legs over his head and invariably hitting the perfectly poised little girl sitting criss cross applesauce, to a fifth grader who swallows his ADHD and anxiety meds daily, who is taking constant steps toward independence, and who is now able to showcase his brilliance at school, and most importantly ask for the help he needs when his world spirals.
His elementary school has allowed him to grow and to be his quirky self. And now, he has to let it go. I have to let it go. I need more sponges, preferably an SOS pad. This morning was a drop off! We were told to just drop him off and let him find the eighth grader with a sign that matched his last name, and then to just…leave.
I sat on the edge of the bed and told the small child cocooned in his bedsheets that these were our directions. He curled more tightly into his covers for just a moment, and then emerged. Okay. No meltdown. A deep breath in, and another okay, and he was getting up and getting dressed. And somehow I had to make my legs move as well. I had to pretend that I was okay with this. Perhaps I will clean under his bed. I moved on to my daughter’s room where things were not progressing.
I can’t. You can. Come on. Let’s do it. I’ll get your soccer stuff together. I’m NOT wearing that shirt. Then get up. Choose for yourself. Come on. Ugh. Abby has never had to really compete. She has never wanted anything badly enough to work for it. But she wants soccer. She seems to have decided that she needs soccer. But this is a try out and there are 40 girls and they can only take 30.
This is scary. Perhaps I can Febreze her room while she’s gone? I watch her steel herself this morning. I watch her laughing eyes go stoic. Her back go straight. She is readying herself for battle. And I can’t help her. So I grab a pile of laundry.
I can cheer her on from her bedside. I can get her gear ready. I can make sure she has Gatorade and that she eats breakfast. But after that, I must just drop her off and hope. I must come home and keep busy. I must wait.
I am not a patient person. I have now looked at the clock every minute for the last five. The first leg of tryouts is over at 10 and it is 9:47 and the school is 2 minutes away and I should not (I have been told) be the first person there for pick up.
So I will wait. And I will clean. This desk is awfully dusty.
I am proud of my kids. So proud I could burst with it. But with each transition, I lose a bit of me. So today, I’ll find a place for all of this mom emotion (mom-motion? that seems accurate) as I put my muscles and brain to work in the airing out of my house and the begrudging welcome of a new season in our lives.
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