16
Mar

spider

Annes called again today. She must know which button to push on her mom’s phone. All I know is she calls two or three times a day. Jabber jabber. I ask, “Is anyone there who can tell me what you are saying?” and a voice in the background explains she is telling you she hurt her finger. Or she is telling you she went p** in the pottie. Or she is getting her diaper changed and needed to be distracted.

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Or she is telling you about the owl. Or she is telling you she wants to sing a song. She is telling you about gymnastics. She is telling you she got a piece of bread from Great Harvest. She is telling you she said the prayer. She is telling you she is at the swimming pool. She is telling you she’s at the park. She is telling you she did a head stand. She is telling you she saw a spider. She is telling you she slept with Keziah. She is telling you she is sad and doesn’t get to go in the car. She is telling you she saw the moon.

All these conversations eventually culminate in us singing together The Old Lady who Swallowed a Spider, or Teensy Weensy Spider, or Jumping, Jumping, Jumping Spiders.

And I have to wonder.

Is this why she calls herself Spider? Is this why she is fascinated with the creatures? Is this why she is obsessed with finding and squishing them?

Is it just me . . .

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or could this turn into something more?

One thought on “spider

  1. tracy

    She loves calling you…if you only knew how many times a day I tell her “No, you can’t call grandma right now, we need to give her a break.”

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