Me: Ask me for something ridiculous.
Tuna: “Can I jump off a cliff blindfolded while holding a python?”
Me: “When pigs fly! Ha!” He thought it was hilarious. That boy totally gets my humor.
I originally thought this amazing creation would hold a place on my piano so that every time one of them asked me for something I could just point to the pig. “Mommy, can I have a pet hamster?” I point to the pig. “Mommy, can I tie my skateboard to the car with a rope and see how fast it will go?” (Hasn’t happened yet, but it will.) Point to the pig. “Mommy, can I put my drum set in my bedroom?” Point to the pig.
This pointing will totally happen from now on, but it turns out this special guy is holding a place for a much bigger reason. I originally saw it about a month ago. I thought it was great! It made me laugh! I loved it! I almost bought it, but then that not-me-judgy-intruder voice in my head said “nah, it’s too weird. Don’t get it, it’s tacky, it’s too much, it’s over the top…” I took a stupid picture of it instead of just buying it.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the flying pig. I wished I had bought it, I sighed every time I went back looking for another one and it wasn’t there. I kicked my self wondering why I didn’t just get it when I could.
So Squishy is getting molars, and he has been whiny/screamy/pissy for about a week now. I have almost lost my marbles a few times, and thankfully Latefordinner helps me keep them from rolling too far. I had to get away from the colicky toddler yesterday, so I flew out the door the second Latefordinner got home. I had a few minutes before yoga, so I stopped just to see if maybe possibly that piggy was at the store, And it was!!
Now, I realize it’s not normal to obsess about a ceramic pig with wings, and I was abnormally giddy when I found this thing again. I felt like I was being rewarded for taking care of myself though, and I floated up to the register with its wings. A few people just looked away, but the woman in line behind me started cracking up! She had a thick accent, and said “I never have seen that kind before!” I grinned and said “Yeah, I’m going to just point to it whenever one of my boys asks for something outrageous,” And she doubled over laughing!!! She was in tears!
I felt amazing as I walked out with my pig. He just made TWO people’s day! What else was he capable of? The place he now holds is one of power and pride for me. I will never again deny my natural state of weirdness. There is so much freedom in flight!
Question: Will I forget that I don’t have to listen to not-me-judgy-intruder-voice ever again?
Answer: Point to the pig.
