“Till Max said, ‘BE STILL!’ And tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all.”
There are those moments when I feel like this bit in ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ was written about me…a mother on the brink of breaking, with wild things running circles around me.
Then there are the moments. Moments that I wish could linger and become an eternal reel of our lives. When I ask, if only to myself, can you just stop and be still? Can you forever remain the chubby cheeked, drooling sleeping babe beside me in bed? The mischievous snuggly boy of five, who whispers stories to himself upside down on the couch? Can you, EIGHT AND A HALF be still, and live on this cusp of boy becoming separate-himself and boy who still needs his mama, the one who may roll his eyes, but still allows me to catch him up for a kiss? And offers to teach me his rainbow loom secrets? And can all three of you still the frame when you pile up on your mum and dad in a raucous heap?
Well, then, if you must move on, I will just have to be still, and be tamed by all your magic tricks, and relish my time with my wild things.
Writing along with Write Alm’s February Prompts.