My son was home for the second day in a row. All the other kids had gone to school. Even his baby brother was at preschool.
It was just Middle Man and Mom. And his stomach bug.
I have always felt guilty that he wasn’t the baby for very long. He was only five months old when we discovered that number four was a reality.
I do NOT recommend that by the way.
Couple that with the fact that he is the middle child (middle boy anyway). I worry that maybe he never gets the attention that he needs.
Cause that is what moms do. We worry about everything that we can think of. And believe me, we can think of stuff.
I guess that’s why I like spending time alone with him when I can. Unfortunately it doesn’t happen often. With four kids, time management is a struggle that usually consists of putting out fires.
But today it was just the two of us.
After we dropped the others off at school we headed back home. Since he was sick, there would be no running errands.
Once we arrived home, I noticed that he looked uncomfortable. Almost like he didn’t know what to do with himself.
Then it dawned on me that he wasn’t used to being without a sibling. Being in the middle meant that you were always with someone. But not today.
What you should know about this child is that he is Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky. He is a people pleaser to the core. He is a great helper and very, very active. TV does not entertain this one.
He stood and looked at me for a minute. I asked him if he needed anything. He shook his head no.
After a few minutes he ran upstairs. Then I heard him call for me to come upstairs as well.
If it made him feel better to have me close, then by all means it was the least I could do for my sick boy.
I asked him if he wanted to play something. He didn’t. He just wanted to know that I was there. Where he could peek around the corner and see me.
Several minutes passed without a peep. I used the quiet time to work on some things. Wednesday was normally a day when I was kid free. And therefore capable of getting stuff accomplished.
I figured he would be back in a few minute anyway. He had a low tolerance for boredom.
But then I heard the karaoke machine fire up. His sister’s karaoke machine.
Unless she are is reading this. In that case:
I am totally kidding. I would never let your brother play with the karaoke machine that Santa brought for you. And you should probably stop reading this…..right……NOW. Oh look! Is that glitter?
You see, his sister’s room is full of forbidden fruit. Having three little brothers has “ruined her life” as their only real goal is to break all of her stuff.
But that’s fair because her only real goal is to keep them out of her room. Except when she is at school and her little brother is not. It was the perfect storm.
The first thing that I heard blaring from the speakers was his humming rendition of John Williams’s The Imperial March. Arguably the greatest piece of music ever composed.
It was so good in fact that I have since purchased it and it’s playing on loop right now from my iPad. My youngest is home today and each time it plays, he dances and tells me that it is the coolest song EVER. And it is seriously hindering me from finishing this post.
So I also bought the ringtone. Original I know.
Darth Vader, why do you have to hijack everything I try to accomplish with your awesomeness?
Anyway. Back to Middle Man.
The next thing I heard was the blare of a siren. Why are boys born knowing how to make the perfect siren sound?
I heard part of a Katy Perry song. Which seems totally logical.
Then evidently he realized that the microphone was the perfect way to communicate with people not in the same room as you.
MOM CAN YOU BRING ME A CUP OF WATER? COLD WATER, NO ICE. IN A CUP WITH A LID. AND NOT A GIRL’S CUP. WITH A SPIRAL STRAW. AND MAYBE SOME GOLDFISH. COULD YOU DO THAT? COULD YOU? CAUSE I LOVE YOU. AND I SOUND AWESOME.
Which I gotta say made me laugh pretty hard because I would have to agree. The microphone is one of the coolest inventions every created. I personally would walk around
singing speaking into one all the time if my family wouldn’t lock me out of the house.
I realized just how much we were alike. My Middle Man and I. We are both like a couple of six-year olds, happy with humming The Imperial March into a microphone. We are so easy.
So I grabbed some water and Goldfish. Then we proceeded to have an entire conversation, taking turns speaking into a microphone.
It was one of the best days ever. My middle man felt special. And in that moment at least, he had my undivided attention.
Not even Lord Vader and his light saber could come between us.
There he goes again!
You should probably go head and download the song now since it is in your head. You are welcome.