Mmmmmmmmmmm... I love this sight. It means I'm taking care of myself. It means I'm relaxing in warm bubbly comfort. It means that some time in the recent past I've siezed 45 seconds to paint my toenails without smudges. My "Relaxation in Progress" sign hangs on the bathroom doorknob. That should keep the restless natives out for at least 15 minutes. Sweet frilly air slowly fills my lungs all the way and my torso becomes more buoyant. The exhale chauffeurs so many worries to the door and bids them farewell. My soul is reconstituted. I give my mind permission to be totally empty. I have to reprimand it a few times when it drifts toward work or laundry. The sound of tiny bubbles popping reminds me how quiet this sacred room is right now. Just this morning, it was teeming with activity as the four of us gathered here for our a.m. rituals. Why we all get ready in the same bathroom when we have 3 others, I'll never understand. We laugh, we brush, we spit, we dance. I gently drift back to the image before me... 8 painted toes peeking at me like an old friend, saying "you deserve this." I become fixated... perma stare. My head lolls stupidly to one side and my face threatens to slide off my head. The 8 toes consume me. A few more deep breaths.
Abruptly, the door opens and the cutest smile on the planet says, "Mom, look at my new outfit!" My youngest is wearing neon striped toe socks, her dad's T-shirt (the one with the Geico gecko) belted at the waist with a dish towel. The ensemble is enhanced by a pink feather boa, white satin gloves to the elbows, huge star-framed sunglasses and more plastic jewels than a carnival treasure chest... displayed with a killer diva pose.
Of course, she can't read.
Letting go of one savory moment and embracing the next, I offer "I'll be out in a minute... do you have some cool duds for me!?"
Giggles paint the hallway as the neon socks carry her away.
The drain will claim the remains of Mommy Time. The faucet will hold one for another day. Bye bye, eight toes.
"The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time."
- James Taylor