Friday, November 14, 2008

Squeeze Squeeze

We were sitting together in the fading afternoon sun, the table before us festooned with bits of blue Play-Doh and imaginatively colored turkeys. The braids I'd set in her hair during the daily sprint to get out the door were unravelling, the spotted ribbons and ties tucked in my pocket after having been torn free during a living room dance session. Her bangs were tickling her eyelashes, swaying and sticking with each blink. Her cheeks, less full each day, bore little sprays of color, part marker, part concentration, as she held a pair of scissors in one hand and a sheet of construction paper in the other.

I held Fin in my lap as I waited, this being our first time with a project involving scissors, I was nervous. Her teacher had told me it was a skill they were working on in the classroom and was the one area where Briar had gotten frustrated. I wanted to help and I knew that meant not helping, such is the often excruciating act of parenting. The paper shook, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. I watched the tips of the scissors waver not cutting and looked at her face, hoping she was ok. Her mouth was open, her jaw twisting back and forth as she moved her fingers, Fin's feet swung gently as I made silent nods of encouragement.

"You see, mom? You just do a squeeze, squeeze. Right like that, just squeeze, squeeze," and we watched as the metal sliced through the grainy paper. She kept cutting, her fingers tiny and pink within the great silver "o"'s of the scissors, paper began falling on the table as the rectangle became a series of different shapes. I felt the familiar splintering in my heart as I watched my sweet Briar continue her amazing ascent into the person she will be, leaving behind this precious shape of my questing four year old.





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8 comments:

S said...

"I wanted to help and I knew that meant not helping, such is the often excruciating act of parenting."

Sing it, sister.

Crystal D said...

Oh Amanda you never disappoint me. My eyes are blurry with tears.
You are so right, watching them learn is so heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. Thank goodness they grow slowly, I don't think I could take it if I woke up one day and they were all grown up. I know that is exactly what will happen one day, but hopefully I will keep the memories, just like this one, fresh in my mind. Thank you for reminding me, on this Friday, to take time this weekend to soak it all in.

BetteJo said...

I know I did not take in all those small moments like you do. You absorb it all, and then you share. Nice. :)

Anonymous said...

"such is the often excruciating act of parenting"

I tried to tell Shortman this last night. Not in those words, because of course, you do them so much better.

flutter said...

*sigh*

Heather said...

You're such an amazing writer. I would never have thought to write about this, but you did and wrote it beautifully.

Anonymous said...

My 13-year-old is downstairs doing cooking a meal for her home ec (Consumer Arts) class. She's baking quiche, and she just realized that she forgot to put in the swiss cheese. Life goes on, she'll put some on top.

Scissors. What a place to remember, especially as she grows and develops her skills and abilities. It's those small steps that enable the bigger ones later.

Kimberly said...

"I wanted to help and I knew that meant not helping, such is the often excruciating act of parenting."<--Oh truer words, my friend.

It's just so damn hard sometimes, isn't it? Beautiful post.