At Least They’re Healthy

Two days ago, in some sort of unnecessary frenzy to get out to consume the fresh, warm (hot) air of spring, we hatched a plot to take our son to the petting zoo. The petting zoo, no longer a deemed a ‘petting zoo’ (a relief for moms who don’t want their children’s delicate digits nipped off by ill-tempered donkeys), was more of a ‘farm’, where animals could be observed, from behind the safety of wire fencing, in their ‘natural’ habitats.

The sun was high in the sky. The temperature was about eighty degrees. My makeup lay on my face like a chamois, strangling my pores. My hair was still wet from being washed, but had become sweaty across my neck. I was admittedly ill-prepared for this weather.

We strolled around with the babies for a bit, identifying the animals, taking pictures, and making animal sounds. We allowed Matthew to run free for a few moments to see some tractors and meet some kids, and then we packed up to leave. We weren’t ready to head home, but had trouble deciding on a next destination, for fear we’d get caught in afternoon traffic.

We bantered back and forth about dinner, as my husband had voiced a desire for Indian early in the day. I wanted Indian as well. That plan, however, would require babysitting (because there’s nothing more tragically hilarious than a child eating spicy food), and we hadn’t been able to find anyone available.

We were heading south on the highway, towards home, when my phone rang. It was my mother. She was, in the same breath, both willing and unwilling to watch the children because she was tired. We told her this was fine, that we would find a family-friendly place and take the babies with us, and I hung up. Not a moment later, Michael started to fuss for what I assumed to be a bottle. We immediately called her back and asked her if we could take a pit stop at her house for a round of bottles and to change everyone’s diaper, and then continue on our way. She agreed.

While we rested, the normal indecision about dinner overtook us. We couldn’t decide whether to bring takeout back to my parents’, go to a restaurant ourselves, take the babies and continue to find a restaurant, etc…This conversation takes place far more frequently than I’d like.

Ultimately, our decision was made by my mother, who started cooking macaroni and cheese for the babies as she fed them snacks of Italian bread and fruit.

It looked like my husband and I were going to dinner alone. We chose The Cheesecake Factory because it was nearby and had an extensive menu. On the drive there, I started talking about what-ifs. What if I didn’t get pregnant two weeks before our wedding? Where would we be? Would we have left this state that I’m, again, in hate with? Would he have found a more challenging, professionally fulfilling position? Would we have chosen a more appropriate place to live?

“I didn’t mean to get pregnant again right away after Matthew, you know,” I said, apologetically.

“I know. I know. Things happen,” my husband responded.

“I mean, if we didn’t have all these kids at once, we may have been able to make some better decisions,” I said as I eyed a spot in the parking garage.

“It’s just that…” I started, again, as I always do, without a complete thought to convey.

“Well, at least they’re healthy,” my husband responded as I shifted the car into park.

I leaned down slowly to take the key out of the ignition. It was like a sock in the stomach. I blinked and took a breath. His words dangled heavily around my head, like a beam on a crane.

Hearing no response, he continued by explaining the developmental and physical challenges faced by the children of two of his coworkers, the hospital trips, the prognoses, and the marital difficulties experienced as a result of the stress.

I swallowed. I couldn’t speak.

I snapped up the keys, opened the driver’s side door, and exited the car.

“I know,” I sighed, saying nothing else. I stopped for a moment to lock the car and set the alarm, and we continued inside.

My embarrassment had the consistency of lead. My feet dragged wearily on the concrete. Have I always been like this? I wondered silently.

If I’d taken something so precious as my childrens’ health for granted, have I taken other things for granted as well? More so, if I bring light to these other things, will they crumble and collapse before my eyes? Superstitious much?

We continued inside, for not-quite-as-ethnic, yet still delicious, dishes, and brought takeout and cheesecake home for my parents.

It was that night I decided, in the unseasonable heat of a New England March, to whine a little less, and take more comfort and joy in our childrens’ coos and smiles and shrieks, my daughter’s yelling, “Hi!” at the top of her lungs until you answer, and all the wayward, painful bites and pinches we lovingly (and frequently) receive.

And to take them along with us for more outings. And more dinners.

Because three little ones are what we have, for better or worse – whether we planned it or not – and they’re smart, active, curious, and healthy, even if they don’t sleep or listen as well as we’d like.

And because you never know what can happen tomorrow. Like realizing that you must drink in every bit of today, because you don’t what can happen tomorrow.

17 Comments Add yours

  1. This is true. I had my first daughter 12 years ago and just got on with life, bringing her up and worrying about things that I thought were important. I now have another daughter, born 3 years ago and she has juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. I now worry about having a child in pain, her future and if we will make it through to the next check up with out an emergency call to her specialist. My worries are now very real and very stressfull.


    1. I hear you. Sometimes I just need to step back, or in this case, get slapped in the face a little…


  2. I can completely relate to this. Don’t feel bad. It’s hard to remember to savor the moment sometimes when you’re a parent. There is always so much going on, so much stress, so much to do. It’s a learning process, and you’re not a bad person for needing a reminder every now and then to look around and take a deep breath.


    1. Comes at just the right time, too. I should have been appreciating a whole lot, but was sidetracked by a million little annoyances.


  3. mariacarmenk says:

    I completely agree with this I am in Hate with our city as well and don’t always love being a stay at home mom. And I forget that my son is healthy, and happy, And that parent face major problems the likes of with I can’t even fathom. Don’t feel guilty Its what makes us human but I am also trying to make a point to whine less and enjoy more.


    1. Oh, I hear you! I need a Whine jar. I’d be rich!


  4. You’re so right. I need to print this out and hang it on my mirror to read every day.



    1. Thanks. I should probably do the same.


  5. Good effort – I’m with you on that. I too want to make a conscious effort to focus on the good stuff. My Little Chap starts school five days a week in September – I don’t want the next five months to be all about a battle of wills – I want to have some fun with him and remember the good times. I’ll never have these days back.


    1. I have to remind myself of that as well. I do far too much living in the future. I’m trying my hardest to recognize and appreciate the present.


  6. zomelie says:

    Life has a way of slapping you in the face with reality sometimes. I learned this with the premature birth of my second child. Despite being three months early and spending 10 weeks in the NICU, she is a happy and healthy toddler today, and I am so grateful for that. Of course, I have to remind myself of this each time she throws a tantrum or refuses to stay in her bed for nap time. Thanks for reminding us all where our priorities should be.


    1. You’re welcome. I need to remind myself almost constantly. ;-)


  7. Wow. This was a gut-check.

    (I think. I don’t know for sure what that means but since your words made me feel like I got punched in the gut, I’m going with it. Even though, on second thought, that’s probably not what gut-check means. Still. I think you get my point.)

    Your honesty is humbling. And we are all guilty of losing perspective. All of us.

    So love to you. And peace of mind.
    (As you go crazy with your move. Sheesh.)


    1. Thank you. I need both.


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