After a few minutes, when I sensed some of the mice were getting restless, I let them graduate to rabbits. They could hop around and twitch their noses then, but guess what? Rabbits are quiet, too! We were quiet for something like 20 minutes. Playing like crazy, but quiet as mice.
I worked one summer in high school at a day camp for 11 and 12-year-olds and had a blast. Mostly what I remember is tie-dye day, when we delved into a huge box of rubberbands and tied up our oversized white tshirts and then rainbow-flavored them. I went home with red and purple hands and a tie-dye nightshirt that I wore to rags. I remember taking the kids bowling and lying on my stomach and SHOVING the ball down the lane in front of me with both hands. I remember singing camp songs. I don't know why I don't retain more memories of that summer or the girls I worked with. I wish I had Meg's memory for names and details.
Digression: It seems to me a bit unfair that I, while being able to claim that I've never lost brain cells to alcohol or drugs, seem to have lost them anyhow somewhere along the way. O braincells! Where are you? Did you flow down the umbilical cord and drain out into my children? Or were you, as I've maintained before, eaten by rabbits? /end digression
Later, as I got older, and less patient, I realized that I was not cut out to be surrounded by children for 8 hours each day. In fact, now the thought makes me shudder with horror. I didn't even want children myself. I know! You look at those faces, and think, "How can she SAY that?!" But you see, I hadn't met them yet. I hadn't even met ANDERS yet. I had a long, constantly expanding list of reasons why NOT to have children. Children, I thought, would cut into my reading-for-pleasure time. They'd cut into my figure-skating watching time, and my listening-to-music time, and my shopping-for-books-and-music time. And, well, they have, but I've learned to live with it, and of course, the worst part, the part where I didn't sleep for 3 years and nearly killed myself and my daughter, is (crosses fingers behind back*) over.
It's funny that now, halfway or thereabouts through my life, I suddenly realize that I AM working in childcare. Maybe not fulltime, and maybe not always with a will, and maybe it's cheating since there are only 2 of them, but I'm still good with kids, and at least for now—until they hit the teenage years and acquire that perfect eyeroll—they like me. Now if only I could figure out how to make that mouse game work again. They saw through that one long ago.
Really Great Writing Out There Right Now: Of Heroes and the Rest of Us
Huge Shout-Out Thank Yous to:
1) rearviewmags for sending me a page for my friendsbook! Thank you! It's wonderful, and I am positively drooling over the recipe. If I can't find pistachio pudding mix so I can make it, I'm going to have to beg for someone to send me some.
2) My darling bluepoppy who sent me inspiration and motivation and beauty all wrapped up in tissue paper and tied with a pretty ribbon. Mwah! Thank you!
3) My mom who called all excited to tell me she got her tickets for Europe, and will be coming up to Sweden after my brother's wedding and staying for WEEKS AND WEEKS! YAY!
*While continuing to type! Am I talented OR WHAT?