Confession: I can be a slave to my moods.
I am not even-keeled, I am erratic. I don’t think I used to be like this. It might be a product of motherhood. Hyper vigilance and sleep deprivation and all around lack of down time and intellectual stimulation.
But I also have great moods, and great days. Like the other day, which included exercising and creating, fresh air and real conversation.
I felt great, until the witching hour. Usually I throw myself into housework and dinner when it comes. But when everything was on the table and the chicken wasn’t ready, I realized I still had time to kill before the sprint that is dinner-clean up-bath-bed.
I moved the kids to the living room. I put on the music. Not kid music. Hip hop. I turned up the volume. I danced.
I realized that if I stood in front of the window, the people in traffic would be able to see me dancing. Only at rush hour, which coincides with the witching hour, do the cars stop in front of my home for a moment. Maybe I could make them laugh. Maybe I could bring them back into their bodies for a moment. Maybe I could brighten one moment of the monotonous commute. Maybe I could connect with San Francisco in a new way.
When I started dancing, Giovanna ran towards me, squealing. She got down with it. At the sight of her big sister’s moves, Skyla also squealed in delight. She rose up on her little chubby knees and found the beat. It was. So. Cute. I squealed as well.
I didn’t dance in front of the window that night. But I did beat the mood and proceed to have a lovely evening in which Giovanna snuggled Skyla to sleep in her crib. When I looked at the video monitor and saw my big girl comforting my baby girl, the two clutching onto one another, one year-old head resting on five year-old shoulder, my heart exploded.
The next day at the gym childcare, Skyla was only happy if Gigi held her on her lap. Which was bittersweet. But God how I am grateful that these girls have one another, and that I get to be their mother.
I’ll be dancing again tonight, trying to beat the mood.