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A Mother's Quest for Peace and Quiet

Three’s Company

Mini-Man has a lacrosse game in the Outer Banks,” Man said in his matter-of-fact way. What he really meant was he would take Mini-Man on an overnight trip to the beach and I would stay home with the other two non-lacrosse players.

I was envious. I wanted to watch Mini-Man play lacrosse. Also, going on a trip with Mini-Man and Man means quiet. While they can speak, they both are perfectly content not to. I mean, here I was left with Mini-Me and Caveman. And there is never peace when those characters are around.

And we would be at home with nothing planned, so we would need to manufacture our own entertainment.

Of course I had nothing to fear. Mini-Me immediately came up with a plan. She usually does.

Mini-Me: “We can have Girls’ Weekend. We’ll just do girl stuff.”

Me: “But what about Caveman. What can he do?”

Mini-Me: “He can be one of us. But just for this weekend.”

I wasn’t sure how Caveman would become one of us,” but I was flattered she felt I already had the part down. Caveman would have to improvise.

Mini-Me broke out dance music and an old mic with no chord. Her bed became the stage on which we sang and danced hip-hop routines. We took turns performing while one of “us” flicked the lights creating a strobe effect. When a slat on the bed broke, I didn’t scold. We three just moved on to the next activity.

Mini-Me: “Let’s not eat real dinner and just have popcorn and brownies. We can watch Beverly Hills Chihuahua. Mini-Man NEVER let’s me watch that movie.”

So we did.

Caveman really enjoyed being one of the girls. He liked dancing and flashing the lights. And he’d sit through the PBS News Hour if it meant eating popcorn and brownies.

In our threesome, Caveman was the clownish male character, Mini-Me was the zany blonde, while I was the uninteresting brunette. But that was fine. I, like any lackluster sidekick, enjoyed abandoning my responsible demeanor  to get mixed-up in their crazy antics. And in the end, like in any good sit-com, we uncovered a truth that we hadn’t realized before.

When it was time for bed, Mini-Me made a keen observation…

Mini-Me:Caveman is fun.”

This is an unusual comment since Mini-Me is usually wailing because Caveman has destroyed the paper cup she transformed into a puppet or some other precious creation. Caveman is a pro at infuriating Mini-Me and then skittering gleefully away.

Caveman wants to include everyone,” she continued. ” He doesn’t care who you are.”

And it’s true. Caveman’s ability to bring everyone into his everyday adventures is remarkable.

We might all be in the backyard and Caveman will discover some slugs. He’ll poke them, hold them and then grab some leaves to cover them. And then, to anyone who comes near

he’ll say, “You try?”

You  can’t say no to his sparkling smile and sincere invitation, so you take the slug he has thrust into your hand.

“You try” is Caveman’s pat phrase. He says this when eating a cookie, throwing a ball into the neighbor’s flowers, or getting off the potty. He just wants someone, anyone, to experience his everyday pleasures.

And that’s the ticket, isn’t it? The three of us didn’t go on the cool trip. We didn’t see the lacrosse game or the beach. We never even left the house.  It was just we three. And that was company enough.

May 20, 2010 Posted by | family | 5 Comments

   

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