One day at a time—this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering. ~ Ida Scott Taylor
With each day, time passes, that’s inevitable. Even though I am aware of this part of life, it still takes me by surprise when a lot of hours, days, months and even years add up to create a single moment. I’m not talking about something as significant as a graduation or an anniversary. Nope, I’m talking about the silent surprises that appear out of nowhere that have a huge impact.
What pray-tell am I talking about? Kyle’s jeans! Yes that very common piece of clothing worn by men, women and children all over the world, or at least that’s my assumption. Jeans, that rugged leg covering that can be dressed up or down.
This past weekend Kyle and I were helping dad stack and split firewood, getting ready for winter. Naturally, Kyle didn’t come prepared with pants of any kind, only shorts. Pants, that piece of clothing usually doesn’t make its appearance until snow flies, even then Kyle will argue about wearing pants as opposed to shorts. Anyway, since we were running the log splitter and dad was using the chainsaw and there have been sightings of copperhead snakes around, dad wanted Kyle’s legs to be protected with jeans. Good thinking! Well, not according to Kyle, but that’s a separate issue.
Of course the house is always stocked up with items for Kyle, since he’s always lived with us part-time. But recently, he’s grown out of his weekend staples. Upon getting ready, I really wasn’t paying much attention until Kyle came out wearing a pair of nice jeans. I mean that. They fit him around the waist and even the length wasn’t too long. “Kyle where did you get those jeans?” I asked only because they looked familiar. With a big smirk Kyle replied, “I don’t know.”, knowing very well he took an extra pair of my jeans I had at mom and dad’s. Then, it hit, “Those are MY jeans!” Kyle shrugged his shoulders as if he was too cool for the conversation, yet couldn’t quite suppress that ornery grin.
Personally, I could care less Kyle wears my cloths and he knows it. Seriously. Unless he started wearing my skirts and dresses, I might not be too comfortable with that, but no matter what, I love Kyle with all my heart. Still, Kyle wearing my jeans, that fit him pretty good, took me by surprise.
When did that happen? I mean Kyle’s been wearing my t-shirts for years, claiming they fit him. I never cared because they’re just t-shirts and can be worn baggy, but my jeans? Really? Kyle and I have had the same size shoes for a year or two now. His foot is now starting to grow again, but for some reason that never hit me hard, probably because I’ve always had small feet, so it was never a big deal. But jeans? That’s a whole other topic.
I remember the days when Kyle would flop around in my shoes and would be silly just for the heck of it. Now Kyle can’t get his chubby foot in my shoes and is becoming too cool for such goofiness.
There was a time when Kyle and I would draw mustaches on post-it notes and stick them to our upper lip. Then, we would walk around like bow legged cowboys holstering pistols. Yes, it’s true! It was hilarious. Kyle would exaggerate his steps toward me with his hands in position over imaginary handguns on either side of his hips. Keep in mind Kyle, as with myself, was sporting a yellow post-it note on our faces with a drawn mustache. It was too funny! I used to die! Later on, to help Kyle with his scissor skills, we would cut the paper into fringes and the shape of a mustache, only using a pen to accent the lines. Now-a-days, Kyle has a real, subtle mind you, mustache. My dad calls it the caterpillar.
When Kyle is acting up or in trouble, dad will say, “Don’t make the caterpillar mad” or “Look at the caterpillar quiver!” Even Kyle can’t keep a straight face for that one!
It wasn’t that long ago, I guess about ten years or so when Kyle was two, maybe three and he yelled for me to come into the bathroom where he was showering. First of all, that doesn’t happen anymore. Kyle does not run around naked like he used to, which I am thankful for. Secondly, he doesn’t need me to be right by his side as he showers. He used to love the company while showering. Although, I will admit, we had a lot of great conversations during this time. I guess because he had my undivided attention, Kyle’s favorite kind. Nope. Those days are long gone. But one time in particular, when Kyle yelled for me to come and see something, I was totally taken off guard. Thinking it was a bug or something trivial, I pulled back the shower curtain in a very blasé manner, almost annoyed, to be faced with Kyle’s armpit. What? Yes, he had his arm stretched to the ceiling exposing the under skin.
I had no idea what I was suppose to be looking at. He just pushed the armpit closer to my eyes, which my eyesight has always been and still is stellar.
Me: “What Kyle?”
Kyle: “Loot, Aiya”
Me: “Loot at what Narrow?”
Kyle: “Loot, I have a hair!”
I died! He thought he saw a hair under his arm and he swears it was attached. I was almost in tears laughing so hard. He had no idea what was so funny, which made the situation even more comical. Trying to regain my composure to get the kid to finish his shower and get out, I wiped the area with my hand to show him there was no hair.
Me: “Kyle I don’t see anything.”
Kyle: “Ya, ha, it was there Aiya.”
Me: Trying to let him down nicely, but never lying to the kid, “Honey, maybe it was one of my hairs that attached to your armpit?”
Kyle: “No Aiya, it was attached. Maybe I washed it off?”
Me: “Maybe, but you don’t have armpit hair yet.”
Kyle: “Ya I do!”
Me: “No, look honey, nope, no hair and I have perfect vision.”
At that moment, I was taught by Kyle not to take anything for granted and never get annoyed with the young man’s requests, even as silly as they might be, they could be a story to tell later on and laugh about.
Presently, Kyle does have a few sprigs of hair growing under his armpit region. He is becoming quite the man. Soon he will surpass me in height and weight. Although, like I’ve always told Kyle, I will ALWAYS be able to take him down! Our little man is growing up and I’m very proud of him! He’s still as much today as he was as a two year old. I hope he always remains silly.