the Mail Order Bride.
Here’s what happens: You wake up a crabby mommy. I mean a really crabby mommy. Because why is there clean laundry in a jumble on the floor in the boys’ bedroom? And why are you always out of milk? And also, why are they so LOUD all the time? Grrrr. Having been a very crabby mommy before, you know a change of scenery is in order so you hastily declare a beach day (woo-hoo!). Things get even LOUDER and where on earth is the sunscreen and why was it not put back in its proper place the last time it was used? Grrrr. Et cetera.
Then you go to the beach and there is space on the sand between you and the children who are jumping in the waves. There are a few other mommies to talk to. And there is space between you and the children as they build an aqueduct. And the wind and the waves drown out their voices into background noise. Next thing you know there are the remains of a picnic lunch, many sandy bodies, and the day is turning toward evening, so you head home. There are showers and vigorous double-washings of hair to get the sand out, even though you know you will never get the sand out. Even though you know you will be finding sand in your house, your car, your beach bag twenty years hence. And this thought makes your heart swell with happiness.
Then there is dinner (leftovers), pj’s, the night brushing of teeth. There are stories and tuck-ins (here the crabby mommy re-inserts herself with a stern, No get-outs! And she means it!) and then there are dishes to wash. Then the not-as-crabby mommy sits down at her desk and finds out the Mail Order Bride has had a busy day! That she abides! Sometimes the universe knows just what a crabby mommy needs.
So, Reader, here is another of the Mail Order Bride poems on Linebreak, one of my very favorite journals. Thank you to Johnathon and Ash, the editors at Linebreak. The poem is read beautifully by the poet Emilia Phillips — thank you, Emilia. And thank you to everyone who saw it before I did and sent notes of congratulations. I’m a not-so-crabby mommy today. 🙂