One of my biggest problems is that I'm lazy. I stay inside way too much. I'm a stay-at-home mom now (which I absolutely adore) and there aren't a lot of reasons for me to leave the house. Of course there's groceries and errands and all that, but I usually let those things wait until my husband comes home. That way we can do them together.
But lately it's been pretty great outside. Today it's overcast but when I let the dog out to go pee, I realised it was actually really warm out. Most days when I notice the good weather, I just look back at my couch and think, "....hmmmm....too much effort" and let the curtain swing shut as I flop back down into my spot on the couch, permanently shaped to my backside, and soak in the rays from my TV screen.
BUT NOT TODAY!
Today I went and got one of the camping chairs from the basement (the kind with a built-in foot rest) and set it up on the deck outside our front door. I grabbed my baby's swing from the kitchen and put that outside too, right next to my chair. Then I hauled my books off the coffee table, picked up the baby, grabbed some toys, called the dog and off we went into the incredible "outdoors."
Okay, I know it was only my front porch, which is only 15 feet by 20 feet (I'm guessing here) and completely surrounded by a solid wood fence, and my chair was only 3 feet away from my front door, but hey! This is my story, not yours. I bundled up the baby for a nap, wiggled down into my nylon camping chair, tossed the dog a chew toy, and opened up one of the 8 or 9 books I'm currently reading: The Book of Awesome, by Neil Pasricha. (Check out the blog that started it all: 1000awesomethings.com).
I opened the book to where I'd marked it from the last time, using a folded up coupon for earbuds I'd found in a package of cheese strings that were on sale, and read the entry titled: "Getting the eyelash out of your eye."
I don't know what it is about being outside, but it always makes me nostalgic, especially when it's not unbearably cold, as it often is where I live. This time was no different. Reading this entry from Pasricha's book got me thinking about a day like today when I was little. We lived in a townhouse almost exactly like the one I live in now, and it was warm out, just like today. I had an eyelash in my eye and couldn't get it out. My mother was sitting on the deck outside with some friends and I told her about my eye. She told me to go get her a cup of warm water and a towel. I didn't understand why but I went and did it anyway. When I came back she took the orange plastic cup from my hand and told me to lay down sideways with my head across her lap. I was happy to be so close to my mother but I was a little awkward about her friends watching me. I felt vulnerable, unsure about what was about to happen, slightly embarrassed that I was on display. But my mother's friends kept talking, no one remarking on what was happening, so I relaxed.
Slowly, warm water trickled down from my temple and into my eye, washing across it and bathing it in a smooth stream from one corner of my eye to the other. Some of the water ran down the side of my nose and all of it ended up on the towel in my mother's lap. Once the cup was empty and my eye no longer had that poky, scratchy, uncomfortable pain of an eyelash grating itself across my pupil or jabbing itself into place behind my eyelid, I stood up and wiped the side of my face with a dry spot on the towel. My mother rubbed my back and asked if it was all better. I said it was and stood for a moment incredibly pleased and proud of my mother, impressed at her knowledge and know-how and feeling her friends must be impressed too.
Every time I had something in my eye after that, I brought my mother a cup of warm water and a towel and she took me in her lap and took care of it. I revelled in our joint brilliance and was always thrilled when there was someone new to see it.
I have a child of my own now and maybe as he gets older I'll have the chance to pass my knowledge and experiences on to him. One generation after another, linked together by an eyelash.
Happy (early) Mothers Day Mom :)
