To put it mildly, I'm never alone.
It's not completely unusual to open my eyes after a good shampoo and rinse to see two tiny figures gazing back at me. In Hollywood world, this sounds like the beginning to a classic Hitchcock film, but nope. This is my life. You know how you always see those E cards about dads getting alone time in the bathroom and moms getting none? Well they're funny because they are freaking real. Moms all over the world are chuckling to themselves, because alone time just doesn't exist.
But to resist sounding creepy and ending up on to catch a predator, I'm here to admit that I actually don't mind. In fact, I kind of like it. Because let's face it, my kids love me so much that they want to spend every single second with me, even if it means sweating to death in fleece footie jammies. They want to be close to me because that is where they feel the safest and most secure, after all, to them it doesn't matter what we're doing, as long as we're together.Don't get me wrong, I love my privacy as much as the next mom, but once you get past the fact that they are little and could care less that you have no clothes on, you start to see the big picture that they see. When they peek their tiny heads into the bathroom all they see is that they want to be with the one they love. They see togetherness.
Isn't it funny how sometimes it takes two tiny shower stalkers, a quick scream (toddlers can be startling), and me squeaking through the Psycho theme in my head, to really realize what gems I have in these two boys? I mean, what in the world did I ever do right to deserve this much love? How awesome is it that they think I'm cooler than all their toys and dare I say Daddy at this moment? What a life, you know? And even though it takes every bone in my body to resist yelling in my mother's fashion "THIS ISN'T GRAND CENTRAL STATION...CLOSE THE DOOR", I can't help but smile when I see those two little faces peering in to ask me if I'm all right. seriously, how cool is that? They actually think I'm cool! Like the bees knees in their tiny worlds!
I'm fine with all of this because I know that the days are coming soon that we'll be replacing that see through curtain with something less transparent, and the only person checking in on me to see if I'm alright will be the Life Alert operator...and that will be only out of obligation, pending that I actually push the button of course.
But until that day comes I'll be serenading my little audience with the sweet tunes of The Carpenters. One, because in my head I sound just like Karen with the great acoustics and everything, and two, because we might as well make great use of our time together and create a family band or something, not to mention that it is my duty and moral obligation as a parent to teach them the words to "Close to you".
At the end of the day, a love like that deserves to be celebrated, and I sure as heck intend to do so as long as my boys will let me.
So fist pump to all the moms out there. I think we just all might make it.