by Theresa Robertsen

Created on: July 02, 2008

Little pieces of me walking, talking, laughing, and even sometimes crying. Making silly jokes of nothings to you and me, but to them the funniest things they could ever imagine. Like the one about chicken who did not make it to the other side because it slipped on a banana peel. Pretend is real while reality is too scary. I am a superhero with a magic utility belt. I am a teacher with lovely white walls and crayons instead of a chalkboard with chalk. I am even a doctor at times, but I have lost my heartbeat listening tool. Little yellow flowers soon to become wishmakers fill a corner of the yard because even I cannot make all of their wishes come true. Finding Mr. Bear, cleaning toothpaste from the comb, and discovering the secret hiding spot are just the highlights of the morning. A slice of toast for one, a bowl of crunchy talking cereal for another, an undecided belly monster, and a cup of coffee for me. The gross moments that make them laugh so hard, I cannot help myself but to giggle and try to keep my cool. A three ring circus, as I have been known to compare, is performing on my furniture! The whistle blows, well it is more like a scream, time for the referree. Breaking up a half nelson is not as easy as one might think. Which is best for gum in the hair, peanut butter or ice? Nevermind, where are those scissors? Toys more complex and talented then the car I drive flood the hallway. I have become an expert at removing stains, maybe I should advertise! Pictures and videos, it has only been a month since the last shoot! I have become a renowned chef, my specialty is macaroni & cheese and hotdogs garnished with a delicate blend of ketchup. I am a good cooker upper and darn I wish I would have gotten the patent on individually wrapped cream filled mini pound cakes because they think I do the bestest in the whole wide world at getting the cream in to the middle of the cake with no holes on the side! I can recite every episode of that show with the notebook to put our clues into. Amazingly I can find them too! I should take stock in white socks because I have to buy a new pack a week to replace the half that the sock monster ate. I am an expert at speech therapy with alot of progress from bisketti to spaghetti. Bedtime stories are a must with no monsters of course. I cannot forget the hall light because they need to see the way to my room in case of a scary dream. The late night call when a tummy ache really hurts, they are thirsty, or maybe it is just because they cannot sleep. I am a beautiful opera singer who can summon the dream queen with only a lullabye. Wait, I think they are asleep now. Sigh. The day has gone by according to time but when I turned around for that second I seem to have misplaced another moment. Beautiful gowns and sharp neckties are only around the corner but I am not ready. I have only begun this dream. I pinch myself and it hurts. I know this is real. Can I stop my calendar on the day after tomorrow. Getting so big, becoming who they are, and developing such intelligence. I want to see where it takes them, but why so soon. I have had only a little time to watch them learn, to see them discover, and hear them explain it all. Those moments turn into memories, but will there be enough space for the many to come? I do not want to miss anything. I was told that they grow up and leave. I hope they remember where they came from and come back to visit. Will they some day get to have their own pieces? I cannot wait to borrow them so I may wind them up and send them home.

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