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Sunday, August 01, 2010

More Healing

I showed Jo my scar today.

I didn't plan to show him. Honestly, I never thought about discussing the facts of Cho's birth with Jo. I had fantasized about the ways in which he would be part of her birth story, obsessed endlessly about how much of early labor to keep him around for, dreamed of him running into our bedroom to meet his baby sister (just as I did almost 33 years ago). I've thought a lot about how to tell Cho her birth story. But I never really thought about what Jo might need to know.

He's going through a phase where he wants to be carried all the time. Even if we have his stroller, he'll demand "Carry me!" Yesterday he, Cho and I had plans to meet friends at a cafe that's a ten-minute walk from our new apartment. Jo wanted to bring his scooter, so I let him. That was a mistake: Jo rocks his scooter, but he does not always actually want to rock his scooter, and it inevitably ends up having to be carried. So half a block into our journey, Jo said -- you guessed it -- "Carry me!" As in, carry him in addition his scooter and Cho in the Ergo. I tried, but I literally couldn't do it. That much weight gave my scar an awful pulling feeling that I couldn't bear.

Jo did what any toddler worth his salt would do: he lay down spread-eagled on the pavement and refused to move. I begged and pleaded and cajoled and promised a cookie and then, finally, I said, "Jo, I really want to carry you, but I can't. Mama has a boo-boo and I can't carry you."

He looked up and said, "Where?" I pointed to my belly and he said, "See it!" I promised I would show him "inside" (you're welcome, neighborhood). Then he agreed to stand on the scooter while I pulled him.

So tonight during his bath, I showed him the scar. He cocked his head, pointed to the line and said, "Right there!" Then he tickled me.

I love that little boy.

3 comments:

Melody said...

Ahh, I love that boy too. Kids do so much to heal our hurts. I had a moment like that with Simone this weekend.

I have a lot of guilt around my first few weeks with Simone, which were less loving than I wanted them to be because of my PPD. But she loves me anyway, and she has never thought of me as a failure. She forgives me without even knowing she's doing it or that I need it. I have this print hanging up in my bedroom because it reminds me of that: http://www.etsy.com/listing/49093466/forgive-8x10-signed-motherhood-print?ref=sr_list_39&ga_search_query=forgiveness&ga_search_type=&ga_page=&order=&includes[]=tags&includes[]=title

Shelli said...

sweet boo!

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