Sunday was another girls night skype night. My son took a late nap and wasn’t awake by the time I logged in at 5pm. Yup. 5pm! I left the commentary on that to a big fat nothing. I had many objections, but I also had one of those headaches that make you want to rip your brain out through your nose, shove ice picks through your eyes, and puke all at the same time.
So my daughter and I had another private chat. Man is it beautiful when Donkey is not in sight. Not just not in sight, but out of the room and behind a closed door. Too bad it wasn’t behind a closed cell door…
She already had her paper and markers ready. Again, she started by showing me the drawings she had already made for me, including the back where she signed her name and mine in cursive. Donkey is pushing the cursive writing.
She started a new drawing with great enthusiasm. My head was pounding, so I told her my head hurt and I would just be watching and not talking. That was ok with her; she said she could do all the talking. I laughed and then very nearly got sick from the pain.
Her first masterpiece was very colorful. I was pleased. I was also aware of how hard it was for me to both watch and listen. I know she talked. She talks like her momma, which is to say, she talks a lot. When she finished I had her hold it up so I could take a picture. Front and back.
Then she put the markers away and took out her crayons. For her next work of art, I took out my phone and made a video of the production. I knew I would want to see this. I didn’t want to miss out on both works of art because my head was on the verge of exploding. It’s a fifteen minute video. That’s all my phone will take, but it was enough to capture the moment.
For this drawing, she made a picture of a family. She started with herself. Good girl. Then she drew her brother. Sweet. Next came mommy. Yes! I got green eyes because I have green eyes. She got brown and my son got blue, and I was very happy. She gave us all hair. Mine is curly and short. Accurate. My son’s was a triangle. Not so accurate, unless she was drawing him straight out of bed, then it’s right on. She gave herself long straight hair. Longer than anyone else. As long as the paper and back around again. She really wants long hair. Then she dressed us all. She and I wore green dresses, and she gave her brother green pants and a green shirt. I was pleased with the colors. Lots of pretty not red and not black colors.
There was not a daddy or donkey in sight.
We could have talked for another hour, could I have managed another minute. I wish I could have kept going. I hate that I couldn’t keep going. My head. For goodness sakes, my stupid head. The pain was overwhelming and I had to say good-bye. She understood, or said she did. My son still wasn’t awake. I told her I was going to eat some soup and go to bed. She gave me a hug and a kiss. I ate some soup, took a hot bath, and went to bed. My headache went away by lunchtime Monday.