That Moment... Straight out of a Movie

My oldest gives the greatest morning hugs.

my bug, feeling much better

I think she learned to hug from her Uncle Mike, whose hugs are so heartfelt and so meaningful, I never knew what I was missing in a hug until I experienced one of his. His hugs are seriously one of my favorite parts about visiting Ohio.

My oldest inherited his ability to put every emotion she's feeling right at that moment into her hug. She wraps her arms around my neck, wraps her legs around my waist, and hugs with all her might. And I hope that never changes.

That hug is usually what greets me when she gets up in the mornings. Usually.

But yesterday morning, when my alarm went off an hour before the girls regularly get up, I didn't get up with it. The baby is teething, which has disrupted both her and my sleep schedule. And, as my phone buzzed to remind me it was time to start my day, I thought... just ten or so more minutes won't hurt anything.

I was holding the baby in the crook of my left arm, and, with the sound of my alarm, Aleigh snuggled over into my right. It was a great place to be for just a few more minutes of sleep.  

I am not sure if I fell back asleep or was just in that state between wake and sleep where one is semi-aware of sounds, but it couldn't have been ten minutes and I heard the dog hacking. This is normal, of course. Our golden retriever hacks every other day, usually in the early morning hours. Since her toddler months, she has eaten undigestible plastics, grass/weeds, underwear. This is just what Chloe does.

But, yesterday morning, the sound was too close for comfort. She was somewhere very near me about to throw up. 

And, then, I felt something no one wants to feel in the wee hours of the morning when I haven't even had any coffee yet, when both my arms are occupied with little ones, when I'm the only adult in the house. I felt a splatter.

It was a splatter like you've probably seen numerous times before... when, after painting and cleaning the brush, you shake it to remove the water. Large droplets fall to the ground. Or, in this case, across mine and the baby's faces. 

It only took me a second to realize it wasn't Chloe who was hacking. For, just to my right, Aleigh was on her knees, her little lips pressed tightly together... the source of the sputtering splatter.

"Can you get to the bathroom, baby?" I asked her, my supermommy resilience helping me forget I had throw up splattered in large blobs across my face (as did the baby, who remained peacefully snoozing). 

"I need you to carry m--" was all she got out before what she'd been trying to hold back arrived with force, right into my extended hand. 

In hindsight, this moment made me think of Parenthood and the scene where Steve Martin's character asks his daughter, "Do you feel like you want to throw up?"And she quickly replies, "okay," and then pukes. 

That's one of those scenes kids and adults alike quote for weeks, months, even years after seeing the film because it is funny.

But I wasn't in that mindset when it happened. A number of questions went through my head... many of which are humorous now, though they were very serious at the time: 

Why couldn't this happen on a Saturday when I had an extra set of hands to help? What did the child eat that, in this dim light, makes it look like she's vomiting blood? Ohmygosh... is that blood? What am I going to do with the sleeping, puked on baby and the fistful of sickness in my other hand? Will this come of out of my sheets? And, perhaps most importantly, how am I going to get out of bed without some help?

I'm still not sure what she ate or why throw up happens on Thursdays, not Saturdays. Thank goodness, there was no blood involved. Little Abree, who probably would have woke long before I wanted her to any other day, was a little irritated her sleep was interrupted as I rolled awkwardly to sitting position. It wasn't easy and the sheets probably suffered the most through the entire ordeal, but I made it out of bed without any assistance... yet another supermommy feat. And, yes, the sheets did come clean.

And, after the throw up was all washed away and the sheets were spinning in the washer, after both my sweets had early morning baths and I at least washed my face, I eventually got my hug. 

It was big and powerful, like usual, and said perhaps everything she wanted to say about our eventful morning, even if she wasn't sure how to say it.

Still Learning from Dr. Seuss

In 1960, Dr. Seuss wrote, “Children's reading and children's thinking are the rock-bottom base upon which this country will rise. Or not rise. In these days of tension and confusion, writers are beginning to realize that books for children have a greater potential for good or evil than any other form of literature on earth” (Philip Nel's Dr. Seuss Bio).

And how relevant those words still are, fifty years later!

Dr. Seuss has always been rather influential in my life. I learned to read with Dr. Seuss, specifically Green Eggs and Ham and The Cat in the Hat. When I turned seven, I received the Dr. Seuss book A Book about Me; it is a book I still have (and Aleigh has one waiting for her now, too, as will Abree when she is old enough). At my junior high graduation, our principal read Oh, The Places You’ll Go! And a dear friend gave me a copy of the same book when I graduated college.

Dr. Seuss was a staple growing up in my house, and his books have found their place in my children’s hearts as well—for great reason: Dr. Seuss presents the most important life lessons in the simplest of terms.

Not a fan of the food on your plate? Try it and you may just love it, Green Eggs and Ham encourages.

Feeling insignificant and forgotten? Horton Hears a Who reminds, “a person’s a person, no matter how small.”

Uncertain about your path because you are the only one on it? Oh, the Places You’ll Go! reassures, “Alone is something you’ll be quite a lot.” And that’s okay.

Bored on a rainy day? The Cat in the Hat reminds that all you need is a little imagination.

In honor of Dr. Seuss’s birthday and the fact that he will continue to inspire, teach, and encourage through the legacy he left, here are just a few of my many favorites:

“The more that you read, the more things you will know.

The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.”

– I Can Read with My Eyes Shut!

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,

Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”

– The Lorax

“Oh the thinks you can think up if only you try!”

– Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!

“You have brains in your head, you have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.”

– Oh, The Places You’ll Go!

"Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store.

Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more."

– How the Grinch Stole Christmas

What are your favorite Seuss quotes or books? How do these simple yet powerful children’s books continue to inspire you and your families?