{the.wednesday.whistle}

dear Mikki and Katie….

it’s been a tough week for us in the health department at the Burse house. colds, tummy aches, hives, and general overall yuckiness has prevailed and none have been left standing. in our quest for health there have been a few trips to the doctors and one to the ER. and, i have a confession. while i have been trained severely in proper manners for a lady fit for a seat next to the queen {aka: my grandmother}, something crazy comes over me when you guys are sick and i put on my tiger suit {not the cute and cuddly one either} and armor up for battle. i morph into an entirely different person. to you both, i am the one who rubs your back and holds your hair back. i am the one who lathers you with calamine lotion, and holds you on the couch, and serves Popsicles by the bouquet. i am the one who says, “yes, i can make it all better”.

and i am very polite and kind to the doctors…at first… until they tell me the one thing all mothers hate to hear.

“…nothing to do but wait….”

when the word “wait” tumbles out of their mouth, i can feel my brain get hot and my pupils dilate.

“how long?”  {why do i INSIST on asking this question}

“oh….about 5-7 days…”

and that is when they know. the cat is out of the bag and they know that i am not the seemingly well mannered lady with two little ones, i am the savage and uncouth woman behind curtain 2 who is demanding answers and prompt resolution for your most recent ailment. WAIT?!?!?! who do they think they are talking to anyway?

because i promised you that i could make it better. and sometimes, i can’t. at least not right away. it is the hardest lesson to learn as a mother…sometimes you just cannot make it all better.

….but 98.2% of the time, i can.

all my love darlings,

p.s: daily mantra: the moment a child is born, the mother is also born. she never existed before. the woman existed, but the mother, never. a mother is something absolutely new. {rajneesh}