It is about 7.30 and I am putting my babies to bed. First Clea-Noelle, then C&C. Everyone is tired from a long December week. You see, it’s Friday and everyone is sensitive and spent.
Riding today. C&C did great. They have their first show this Sunday. The boys their second Walk/Trot show. Last time they each got a blue ribbon in their respective groups. This year they compete with more advanced riders. You progress, you succeed. You go to the next level where you are just starting out all over again. Ya.
We are okay. December is a too busy time. You have to stay centered, cool, aloof to the whole whiplash shebang-ery of it all. You have to protect your furthest and innermost reaches. You walk on the other side of the street from it. You keep your sane distance from the meltdown that is over-frenzied US Christmas.
TV. Jingles. My need to get candy stocking stuffers from Walmart and holiday tins filled with popcorn as if from Santa for each one of them. The baby who doesn’t even know what popcorn is.
I don’t get enough TIME with her. With any of them. Or myself. I look forward to rocking her to sleep, each and every night. Winter spring summer or fall.
All you have to do is call, and I or James Taylor or Carole King will be there.
