Defeated, I plop down on the floor in the living room. Boxes piled high, packing paper everywhere.
The boy has been miserable all day. If I say black, he says white.
"Seth why are you arguing with everything I say?"
"I'm NOT arguing!"
No AC in this house and it's been a scorcher. The heat, the move, the everything is throwing him off and my patience is wearing thin.
I send him to his new room to sit, while I try to get it together.
On the floor, I lean my back against the couch and close my eyes.
Soon, she climbs on my lap, straddling my hips with her legs. She zooms her face in close, studying mine. She does this.
"You have one eye." We always say, when she gets too close to focus on two.
Then, Riley does something she's never done before. She starts giving me "softies."
Softies help Riley calm down.
The feel of my fingernails up and down her arms has always soothed her. It almost puts her in a trance. Now, she's trying to comfort me with them.
My throat tightens.
"Thank you sweetie."
She smiles up at me.
"Your welcome Mom."
She's going to be okay.
We're all going to be okay.