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The Concept of Time

Kids do NOT possess this.

Mrs. V., Ane’s teacher, told me when I picked her up at school yesterday, that she had told her classmates how “her baby brother is coming.” Mrs. V. is well aware of what my due date is, and told me how excited Ane was.

Then Ane ran up to me, all breathless, and said, “Mommy! Where’s the baby?”

I pointed at my middle.

Ane was stunned.

After we were in the car and driving home, I learned the reason for her shock. She burst into tears and cried, “YOU TOLD ME THE BABY WOULD BE BORN IN MARCH! TODAY IS MARCH!!!”

Ever get the feeling that you want to slam your head on the steering wheel until the world makes sense again?

Explaining to Ane that March is an entire month, not just one date, was not an easy task. And frankly, she didn’t believe me. When I told her that Rerun could come at any time, but that his due date is two weeks away, she wailed, “Two weeks is a MILE away!!”

Okay, apparently we need to work on the concept of distance, as well.

Ane was in a foul mood for a good portion of the rest of the day, but a phone call to Grandma (who had offered to talk with her) did help. They spent a half hour on the phone hammering out questions that Ane had, addressing some of her fears about who will watch her and Tad when I am at the hospital, and the all-important question… WHEN?

I talked more with Ane later, but our conversation got diverted into “how come I don’t get my own way?” territory.

Which is a whole different ballgame.

I’m good if Rerun stays put for a little bit longer. I still have things I’m working on, and he’s quite portable right now. The Webmaster is finishing up some big stuff at work, and the longer he has to work out details, the better his vacation time will be. Tad, as usual, is indifferently happy and oblivious. Ane is really the only one chomping at the bit to get this party started.

I wonder if she truly realizes how much of a “party” this will really be for all of us.

One Response to “The Concept of Time”

  1. Ressis
    March 2nd, 2010 10:04
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    Oh, Ane, how dull our lives would be without you.