Crackle and Creak

by Ginger on February 22, 2011

in I'm a Disaster, Mom Thoughts

*I wasn’t feeling any of the big topics I had in my head to write about, so instead I decided to try 5 minutes of free writing. I don’t know why. Here’s the result*

My knees creak and crackle like pork rinds as I come up the stairs. My hip pops as I shift my weight. My wrists crack after hours at the computer. My body belies my age at times.

But when there’s a little boy who needs to be air-planed around the room, who can remember those maladies? When you’re needed to crouch down and gather hugs, or jump up to catch disappearing balloons who can listen to creaks and cracks?

In many ways, having a kid has aged me. I feel my mortality in ways I never had before, in ways that shock my system when I give them room to breath. But in some ways? In some ways having a kid has given me snippets of my youth back. That part of me that can get down on the ground and play with blocks (even as my knees protest the descent), that part of me that can chase my toddler around the room for a game of  “I’m gonna get you!” (even as my hips scream out), that part of me that can hold the limp weight of a sick little boy for as long as he needs in the middle of the night (even as my arms, and neck, and back cry for me to stop)–those are the parts of me that don’t feel their age any longer.

I’ve often joked about the 90 year old hidden inside this body, with the creaks and arthritis, the joint pops and muscle aches. But having a kid doesn’t allow for wallowing in minor aches and pains. Since housing that little body within mine, that 90 year old has gotten quieter. She’s less obnoxious. Oh, she’s still there–the crackling proves it–but somehow she’s drowned out by the boisterous sounds of the 18 month old in front of me.

(while my post was not meant to be an answer to this post–which I read about 3 hours before writing–it’s clear it may have influenced where my head is at. You should go check it out).

Blond Duck February 22, 2011 at 3:21 pm

Popped in from SITS! I feel 5, but my cracking knees remind me I’m 26!

Steph February 22, 2011 at 3:43 pm

I feel ya! I feel so old when I get up in the morning and everything cracks and pops.

…stopping by from SITS…

Mommy Nani Booboo February 22, 2011 at 5:57 pm

Sweet.
It’s true… I’ve aged so much these past few years… but motherhood has taught me to be a kid again. 🙂 Crazy thing about being a parent- you get to be incredibly responsible and fun at the same time.

Jason February 22, 2011 at 9:04 pm

You know what you need? A Harley.

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