An Unexpected Love Thursday
So, I was all set to write a smooshy Love Thursday piece about these lilies because in the seven years we've lived in this house, they have never bloomed and they are blooming now. This is pretty cool because these lilies came from my husband's childhood home and I believe they originally came over to this country from Cuba when his grandparents came over.
Warning: Big Metaphor Ahead:
We moved them with us when we moved but it's taken this long for them to have put down enough roots and feel at home enough to bloom. Seven years.
Pretty good, huh? And deep --I'm so proud. Deep Thoughts by Barb Cooper.
So anyway, I was working on my blog post this morning when I got a call from the elementary school nurse. Naturally, by the time I found the phone and answered it, it had gone to voicemail and the message (essentially) said this, "Mrs. Cooper? This is [School Nurse] at [School Name] Elementary. I have Jane here in the office and she has a foreign object lodged in her ear."
I dial her back and I'm thinking, "OH MY GOSH, IT'S A MERCEDES!"
I don't know. I seem to be given to exaggeration.
So, I talked to the nurse and it turns out that Jane was running on the playground and someone threw a bead into her ear.
Ya know, that just didn't even surprise me. I totally bought that story, hook, line and sinker because you know what? That is EXACTLY the kind of thing that could happen to Jane. She's a Magnet for Trouble, as we like to say to her in order to reinforce that fact as often as possible.
I call my beloved Dr. Reidy's office to see if she can see Jane to extract this foreign object from Jane's ear and they, totally the best practice ever, say, "Bring her right in."
I race up to the school, still in my biking shorts (because I like to wear spandex with a big bulky pad in it whenever I am trying to make a good first impression. This is the NEW School Nurse. The former School Nurse was on a first-name basis with me and had my number on speed dial.)
I hold Jane for a bit, because she's the kind of kid who can be tough as nails until she sees her mommy coming and then she just loses it. She is sobbing. She tells me that there were some boys throwing rocks and these B.B. things and one went in her ear. She, get this, asks me tearfully is I would mind coming up to the playground and clearing all the B.B.s off of it now that I am no longer working. Of course, I will, sweet girl. Of course I will.
Inside I am thinking, "And just wait until I catch the boys who were throwing things. Could I be kicked off the Booster Club for using a foreign object on their heads?"
We drive over to the doctor's office. I so love Dr. Reidy that I'd like to have her move right on in with us and she now has her own practice, here. She's a friend and she reads my blog periodically so she's way up on all the latest Cooper news. She tells me some news of her own, all the while using this thing
to remove THIS thing
from Jane's ear.
Hmm... which of these things belongs in a child's ear?
If you guessed NEITHER, you win the PRIZE!!
But you might not want it because it's a B.B that has been in someone's ear!!
Dr. Reidy gives me both the bead and the implement because she knows I'll want to take pictures for the blog. (Is she great or what?)
So, Jane and I go out for lunch and ice cream because I feel the need to make up a new Cooper Family Rule: If you have to go to the doctor to have a foreign object removed from your ear with a long pointy thing, you get to go have ice cream. I feel so silly that I didn't think of this rule earlier.
Then I take Jane back to school. I show everyone in the school office the bead and the blue implement thing. I tell the story of how the boys threw the B.B. --it doesn't have a hole in it so I guess it's not technically a bead. I see the counselor in the hallway and she asks after Jane and I tell her about the boys throwing rocks and green FOREIGN OBJECTS and she is very concerned and says that is really a safety issue and she will look into it.
I take Jane back to her classroom. I see the teacher, whom we call Ms. Walks on Water because we love her so much. I say, "Can you believe some boy threw that bead thing in Jane's ear??"
"Is that what she told you?"
Ms. WOW looks hard at Jane. Right in the eyes.
Very quietly, she says, "Tell your mother how that bead got in your ear."
Jane doesn't miss a beat. "I put it in there."
Ms. WOW is looking at me curiously, because, of course, she can't believe how freaking gullible I am.
*I* can't believe how freaking gullible I am. Can't you just hear it, some ten years from now? "I don't know, Mom, the window just CAME open and a large gust of wind sucked me outside and down that tree and a car load of my friends just happened to be driving by..."
"I can totally see how that could happen."
So, I had to retrace my steps and tell everyone what an idiot I am and how gullible and it strikes me at some point while we're all laughing-- you know, at me -- that I really feel at home in my children's school and I really like all the people who work there and I really love my life. Seven years to bloom --that seems about right for a lot of us.
(OOOH, am I good or what?)
Also, it occurs to me that I really, really, really love my little Hurricane Jane.