Loss and Life
We had an unexpected crisis last week. Elijah found Bob, the hamster, dead in his cage and was very upset. I know it’s just a hamster, but he is a little boy who is just starting to mature and understand the realities of life. He knows death, he remembers losing his grandpa and so he comprehends on maybe more of an adult level than he should that this is not a life altering loss. Yet, he was attached to this little creature that we spoke to and interacted with daily. He is already hurting badly and missing Anthony an incredible amount right now. He did not need another emotional blow, especially not 2 days before Christmas. So, I suggested that this might be an opportunity to rescue another little critter from the pet store and give it a good home and he grabbed on fiercely. I am torn that I may be sending him the wrong message that pets are easily replaced or that he should get over it by getting another, but I just feel in my heart that he needs this little companion. He needs to fill the hole of sadness that he is carrying around and if this will do it, then I will make it happen if it’s within my power.
So, priorities shifted, schedules were changed and off to the pet store we went on Christmas Eve day. He was excited and a bit nervous, and I was harried and exhausted. We chose our furry friend and while I just want to get him home and get back to last minute wrapping and baking, Elijah was lost in the moment and crazy over his little fuzzy treasure. My son says the darnedest thing sometimes. He looked at me with shining eyes and said, “I know I’m being mushy and maybe I shouldn’t be, it’s kind of embarrassing, but isn’t he just the cutest, sweetest little thing curled into a fluffy little ball in his carrier.” I think for a moment, gather my best mother wisdom. I somehow sense that this is one of those pivotal moments in my boy’s life that shapes the man he will become and that this more than just a simple question. As a parent I am never quite sure what the right thing to say is, but I reply from my heart, “There is nothing wrong with being mushy when you care about someone or something and it’s perfectly fine to feel affection and happiness towards this little guy. Feeling is the most important thing in life and you should never be embarrassed about it.” I hope that’s the answer he needed and that someday my boy will make someone a loving, caring husband and father. For now, he will be a devoted hamster owner with huge heart and that is enough for any mother to ask for.
Expensive Day

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Yesterday was a very expensive and trying day.
The vet informed me that the dogs have gained more weight despite our walking them and cutting back on their food. They are now obese and at risk for complications. Just great. I met with the canine dietician who put them on a special diet food that is expensive of course and we set weight loss goals for each. I have to bring them back once a month to a “doggie weight watchers” session to weigh in and assess their food intake. Are you kidding me! The pet visit costs 10 times more than my doctor visit. I’ll have to find an alternative for the expensive food, but the rest I can do… I think.
I promised Alex that we could go to the tattoo place to pick out her tattoo design and set up her appointment. It just feels odd to take your child to the tattoo parlor. We have discussed the considerations and the concerns, but in the end, she will be 18 years old and the most important thing to me is that if she is that she goes someplace clean and safe. I am a bit uncomfortable with this whole thing, but it would be hypocritical for me to object since Anthony and I both have tattoos. Caitlin wanted to do the same thing and Anthony went with her. This time I have to do it since he’s not here. I am not happy about this…
I had a lot on my mind at that point and didn’t notice that the garage door we have been having trouble with wasn’t open all the way until I hit it on the way out! I snapped the antenna cleanly off the top of my new car, ripped the bottom strip off the bottom of the garage door and dented it. Alex was with me and she says she didn’t see the door either since it went up most of the way and was out of view of the back window. I just wanted to cry as I added up the damage in my head. The freezer I was looking at will have to wait. All of our money has to go for dog care and car and home repair now. I think I may need an extra job. If only I could survive better on less sleep, I could fit it in somewhere. My eye was twitching at that point and I decided to go to bed before something else happened….








