Page 13 - Peaks Brochure

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...It took just ve steps to reach the bathroom, and wonder of wonders. I was at the seashore!
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Flowing water was the only response.
It took just ve steps to reach the bathroom, and wonder of wonders. I was at the seashore! Water was lapping at my feet, at least three inches high, and it was cascading into the hallway faster than I could blink.
My little captain was standing
at the sink, gleefully taking his rubber ducky for a swim. Water was gushing out of the spout – cold water, thank goodness – and spilling over the sides.
A few quick strides brought me to the sink. I twisted the knobs forcefully and then glared at Moishy with all the desperation, helplessness and exhaustion that had accumulated in the past few days.
After pulling out the stack of tissues that had clogged the drain, I watched the water swirling down... down...down. And for a moment
– a eeting, desperate moment – I wished I could send Moishy swimming down after it.
It was not funny. At that point, nothing was funny. I was drowning, both literally and guratively.
Captain Moishy stared at me in horror as vulnerability leaked out
of my eyes in twin streams. He toddled away, heading directly towards the bedroom where Chaya was still screaming.
I caught up with him near Chaya’s crib. Moishy was peering through the slats at his little sister. He held her tiny ngers in his chubby grip and he was murmuring softly, much as I often did.
“Shh...Moishy here. Shh...Moishy here. Moishy here.”
His imitation was near-perfect and I grabbed him, soaking clothes and all, in a delicious hug. I was tired,
I was overwhelmed...and I was immeasurably blessed.
At that sublime moment I glimpsed the crown that I had been given time and again. It sparkles and glimmers above my head, engraved with a most unique and precious title:
Mommy.
and clanged harshly in my ears. The recliner beckoned and I allowed myself to sit... just for a moment. For a few blessed moments, I closed my eyes and blocked it all out. The crying, the mischief, the constant demands. They receded into the background as I tried to conjure up a relaxing scene. I could see myself standing at the seashore, calm
and content. I heard the waters owing... owing... owing...
I was blessed with a vivid imagination but this soundtrack was just a tad too realistic.
“Moishy!” I cried.