Saturday, January 20, 2007

Coming Untucked

Each morning is a scurry of activity, more so since the school bus can no longer make it down and up our ice coated lane and we have to drive to school ourselves. Since moving here the girls have been entrusted with new responsibilities including making their beds. No matter how much time I allot in the mornings for getting ready, or how instant the breakfast, it’s inevitably a mad dash to get out the door on time. Regardless, the girls are not permitted to leave their beds unmade. Once we’ve assembled our fifteen layers of sweaters, coats, gloves, hats, backpacks, boots, etc., skated our way to the frozen car and either scraped or defrosted the windshield, we’re on our merry way to school. Quick kisses and they’re off. I come back to the warm house, heat up the coffee and clear away any remaining dishes, crumbs, and rings of maple syrup. The morning sun (on the days when it deigns to appear) slants in the windows and all is silent as a chapel. I walk toward their rooms, picking up orphaned socks and books left on the dining room table. And every time, as I enter their rooms, I am struck by the sight of their beds, covers drawn up but melting over the sides like the icing on my never photogenic cakes. I resist the urge to tuck and smooth, savoring instead the weak knee effect rendered every time by the sight of such perfect imperfection.


Anthony said...

Simply awesome. It almost made me a little weepy.

Amy C. Moreno said...

That is so beautiful, and their bedrooms so typical in your style, mixed with their personalities. How sweet. Have you considered writing for kids...MG stuff? Pic.books?
or novels for adults?

Anonymous said...

hmmm. inhale. sigh.
the things that touch us deeply are most always this size of small.
thanks for sharing your weak-in-the-knee moment with us.

allison said...

No, I haven't thought of writing for kids as yet...what is MG? And, unfortunately, I'm not an illustrator :)

But the one novel I attempted is now playing at a theater near you, or the plotline is, anyway. My story is called The Last Generation and the main character is Margo, who comes to understand she's conceived the last child, a sort of reverse Eve. Anyway, although I have not seen Children of God, the previews were really discouraging! See what happens when you drag your feet?

Anonymous said...

Aisha and I had the girls' beds completely reversed.

Jenni said...

I love their rooms!