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Originally Posted by naturesflow
Children can be such wonderful little explorers of all things unseen.
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Originally Posted by Clover
It just resonated with me as a mom, knowing someday my daughter will remember my little quirks and glitches.
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So. I was just tucking my mother into bed
Because I just slept for four hours,
and I feel fine,
you know, got that
whole
Biphasic sleep
Workin' for me, yo.
And she's lying there pleading for me to go to bed
Because she thinks I haven't gotten enough sleep in the past couple of days
Which is probably true.
All my life she's had to worry about my sleep
Because when I had Graves' Disease
It, like, never happened.
I'd just lie there.
And it just occurred to me.
S~~~.
That means I spent half a year
Lying in bed staring up at the ceiling
What was I thinking about?
I was only 10
I don't remember.
I just remember being calm
And happy
And loving my mommy
And loving when we'd
Do algebra balances
With these little tools where
They were scales, like,
You'd put the blocks on them
And figure out x
When I was just a toddler
She had the same problem
She'd drive me around the town
Until I'd fall asleep
Because the car engine
Was soothing
Now she jokes
That she ruined me
Because I can't go to sleep in a bed
But it's not *really* a joke
She has tears in her eyes
She
literally thinks she caused
My insomnia.
And then I remember the Snow Queen
tapes that my father would play for me
Over and over as we rode back and forth
From Nashville to Columbus
Have you ever heard them?
Sigourney Weaver narrates
Not only does it have symphony
And story
But it's f~~~ing feminist as all get out.
Not only does it pass the Bechdal Test
The only male character is a dapper lad in distress
It fails whatever the reverse of that test would be. COOL
I commuted WITH him
I'll bet almost no other child had what I had
He'd drop me off at this wonderful
Daycare where I'd play Pokemon games
So, back to the present,
She's lying there, blaming herself
And she doesn't like when I get up
Around and pace the house
Because it scares her
She thinks there are robbers coming in
She's only half asleep
And worrin'
And I put my hands on my dear mother's head
And say, shhhhh, everything is fine.
Go back to sleep, honey
"Patti cake
Patti cake
Baker's man,
Bake me a cake
As fast as you can
I'll roll it and mark it with a 't'
And put it in the over
For mommy and me.'
And that's like,
A really cute counterfactum
But, those were literally what
I *thought* the words were
At the time of saying them.
Weird.
Her name is Patti
And i just said to her the other day
Hey
You know I'm going to continue the tradition of naming my daughter
After you, right?
'Cause Meme is Patricia
And so am I
I rolled her a bit jokingly like "dough"
And at "t"
I put a cross over her forehead
You know, like Ash Sunday
'Cause I thought it was funny
And I was thinkin' of Hot Cross Buns
And you know, having a bun in the oven
Is a metaphor for pregnancy
She's always hated her name "Patti"
Because she thinks it sounds like burger patti and fatty
Her grandmother gave her a complex about eating
And it's taken her all her life to undo it
Even though she eats all exactly the right things
Reads whole books and articles
And actually manages to filter out all the nonsense and bad advice
Because she's whip smart like that
So, the doctors tell her she's healthy
Because she is.
But she's still fat.
And she still mutters that she's ugly.
I really hope the woman can get some sleep tonight.
Now I know just a tiny but of how it feels to worry about someone so much.
Sweet dreams, mommy.
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