60. Handle With Care: Write about a very fragile or delicate object.
https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
OUCH!
Having children under the age of five can be exhausting.
Our three-year-old is especially… Physical.
We’re pretty sure he’s at least bruised (if not broken) Chico’s ribs. The other day, after spending an afternoon in the play room with him, I felt like I’d been in a full-out brawl.
He doesn’t stop jumping on me, climbing on me, and otherwise being ALL-OUT ON ME.
The Kato to my Inspector Clouseau
The other day, when describing this state of affairs to my friends, one of them said,
“So, he’s the Kato to your Inspector Clouseau?”
It took me a second, because it’s been years and years since I’ve seen any of the Peter Sellers “Pink Panther” movies. Then I started laughing until I had tears in my eyes.
Yes! That is EXACTLY IT!
Yup. This is pretty much how it goes in our house.
Mama is Fragile!
I feel this is very true today.
I had a dermatologist appointment, and different parts of me were frozen, sliced, prodded, pressed, scraped, squeezed and sewn up.
The last time I had any kind of anesthetic was in childbirth three years ago, and everyone feels pretty drained after giving birth.
When the dermatologist told me this morning that I might feel tired and woozy after having a local anesthetic, I mentally brushed her off.
By noon, however, I had realized what she meant.
It’s probably age catching up with me (like it’s been doing for a while, now), but man! I feel completely drained.
Handle With Care
I’m lucky to have natural strength. I’m no delicate flower. But I’ve been particularly struck in the last few weeks at how my body, while still incredibly strong, experiences stresses differently.
Whether it’s the stress of lack of sleep, an attack-child, or a local anesthetic. My body feels these more acutely, and seems more sensitive than in former years.
This is why I am that much more grateful that I have taken the step of adding exercise to my routine.
With this small change of 30 minutes every couple of days, I feel more equal to the physical demands of parenthood, and of life in general.
My body is naturally powerful. Now, it feels like that power can be sustained. And it feels amazing.
