Today is the day I woke up to the subtle sound of rain (again), and the not so subtle sound of Scarlet kissing her stuffed monkey while calling him “Alton.” Alton is a friend of hers. Should I be worried? Nah.
Today is the day I walked to my computer to find my first syndicated blog post, published on the BlogHer network here. This is big for me. Now I can tell people I’m a published writer. I suppose I always could have, but this makes it real. This makes it a profession, or the start of one. This is huge.
Today is the day I drove with Scarlet, blasting Michael Franti and Spearhead’s “Love Invincible” as loudly as I possibly could while not harming my daughter’s ears. She loves that song anyway.
Today is the day I was rained on for several minutes and my daughter didn’t want to go into the car and she kept my friend and my friend’s son outside longer than necessary and she fell into the grass twice and laughed and grass-stained her knees. And I hate rain. But I didn’t care today.
Today is the day I put my daughter down for her nap and said to her, “I’m a writer, baby. I’m a writer.” I had to try it out several times. I like the way it sounds. Throughout adulthood, when people have asked me what I do, I have often not liked the answer I gave. However, I liked saying, “Innkeeper.” I like saying, “Photographer.” I like saying, “MotherWoman Board Member.” I like saying, “Social Media Consultant.” But I love saying, “Mama” or “Writer.” Writer. And so my daughter replied to me, sleep already thickening her voice, “Mama. Is. Witer.” Yes. She is.
Today is the day I ordered an iced caramel latte through the drive-thru window and I didn’t tell them to make it decaf. I was feeling fearless today. I like living on the edge.
Today is the day I noticed that the way Scarlet pronounces “So cute” is just that. So cute.
Today is the day she looked into my eyes, hugged me fiercely, then said, “Awwww” while patting my back.
Today is the day she sneezed and said, “Bless you” to herself. It’s also the day she said, “I love you so much” to me. I’m not proud but it’s also the day she said, “Douchebag” after hearing me mutter it at another car. Oops. Could have sworn she was sleeping!
Today is the day we took Scarlet to the see the surgeon who stitched her cheek, ten months after the injury; the biggest trauma of my life. He said it looked fine and would take up to years to fade into oblivion. I was nervous for the appointment but I did alright.
Today is the day I hit “Publish Post” and then ran out the door to a night meeting with MotherWoman.
Today is totally the day the teddy bears had their picnic. (Thanks, Jerry Garcia)
And that was today. A day unlike any others, as they all are.