The love of an eight year old...put down the phone, you do not need to call the authorities....
This morning was hectic as usual because 1) I am a moron and 2) it is my weigh in day at weight watchers and I am a neurotic mess...yes, it is true....I hate to burst your bubbles, lest you all believe I am totally put together and unphased...reality is I am held together with crazy-glue and a little gravity...
On my way into work this morning (late...sigh...) my boss was on her way out to take her eight year old to the dentist...this is the kind of kid you pray you have...he is all bright eyed and easy going and just cute as a bug...(cute as a cute-bug, not cute like a spider or a stink bug or something insideous like that)...
The little guy ran over to me and gave me a hug, that i swear, breathed a new life into me...I think i actually had some sort of epiphany right then...it was so innocent and mindless to him, and yet meant the world to me on this particular day of feeling frumpy and unloved...
Okay, I know i rarely get sentimental around here because i use sarcasm to mask well...everything...but i was so touched and comforted...that i have to tell you this story:
In january my sister and bro in law moved from rhode island to phoenix...I am going to point out right now that my sister lifts weights regularly, could bench her own husband and would be my first choice in a battle of strength against anyone...Also, she often does not realize her own brut strength...Also, she is afraid of puking...How can someone tougher than a Gotti be afraid of puke, i will never know, but alas...she is.
So on the plane ride out to phoenix my sister sees some old lady getting ready to puke...so she is all freaked out and stares (why do we do that?) until she realizes that this lady on the plane is actually choking! So elise runs down the aisle and gives her a huge pound on her back, at which point the pill that is lodged in Old Lady's throat is dislodged and she again can return to breathing...It became known in our family as the Slap Of Life. I am certain that Old Lady had a broken rib or two and likely a few spinal fractures from the force of the impact upon her back...but was so gracious to be alive to feel them, that she let it pass...
So sissy was a hero and was able to breathe new life into this reno native by a firm pounding...This little boy was able to breathe new life into me by a firm hug...
Shut up, it is the best analogy I could come up with.
