I can’t believe it was only two short weeks ago that my son was watching the “Fresh Beat Band,” “Busytown Mysteries,” and sneaking in a “Strawberry Shortcake” episode every once in a while (“for sissy” of course). I can’t believe that in the period of two short weeks that my little four and a half-year old seems to have ditched his little squishy kiddo floaties and dipped his toe into the waters of “big kid” territory. Two weeks ago it was Huckle Cat and Lowly the worm that drives a little apple car, this week it’s ninja’s and foam sword wielding. Two weeks ago it was Marina from “The Fresh Beat Band” this week it’s the red Power Ranger. I especially didn’t expect to feel sad about this. I mean, you would think that with the amount of sarcasm I throw around on this blog that I wouldn’t have a heart or if I did that it would be a heart that spent its entire beating life rolling its eyes and saying “psssshhh.” But these two weeks have earned me a taste of the freedom I have so desperately wanted during my eighteen month olds nap time. Only instead of getting stuff done or perusing the new Restoration Hardware manifesto (seriously, have you not seen that thing?!), I find myself not being free at all, but tethered to my squishy kiddo turned big kid on the couch in an effort to never ever hear these words again when asked if he wants to snuggle on the couch “No thank you Mommy, maybe next week.” Daggers to the sarcastic eye rolling heart!
But, you know me. I must always find a silver lining. What good is it to think in black and white if you can’t muster up a little silver every now and again (black + white + jazz hands = silver)? So, here it is people, the nonsense that I write to hide the real emotions of sadness, longing and joy that are my son growing up. The wisdom I glean from everyday life and the things I think when forced to consume large quantities of “Mighty Morphin Power Rangers” reruns. I bring to you, my thoughts…try not to be jealous:
+ Where was I when this show came out? It’s kind of…AWESOME.
+ The green Power Ranger really does have the coolest song “Goooooo Greeeeeeen Raaaaaaaannger.” And he gets this cool collar thing too. He’s probably the best one even though my kid thinks the red one is the best. We all know geniuses pick green.
+ I wonder what it would be like to do a CrossFit workout with the Power Rangers? So cool. No, really soooo cool.
+ It’s like a mix of Godzilla characters and Transformers machines. I totally don’t get it, but again I say AWESOME.
+ So, if my son is the red Power Ranger for Halloween, then which one would I be? Just asked my son, he said I could be one of the bad guys. Seriously, will this child ever love me?
+ Why does Daddy also get to be the red Power Ranger and Sister get to be the pink Baby Power Ranger and I am the bad guy? Whatever, the bad guys have better costumes anyway.
+ If I am going to be a bad guy, I’m going to be that white furry one with whiskers and a moustache. The one that kinda looks like the big flying dog thing from “Never Ending Story.” He’s rad. I can pull that off.
+ Nevermind, he said he didn’t want me to be a Power Ranger or a bad guy that I would just be Mommy because I don’t have any powers, not even bad guy powers. Whatever.
+ My son is convinced that there is a rainbow Power Ranger. No comment.
+ When the Power Rangers aren’t Power Rangers their clothes are the same color schemes of their suits. I wonder if the writers thought we might be confused and we would need a clue as to who is who when they aren’t fighting the bad guys.
+ Wait, the Power Rangers go to space?
I will love these Power Rangers until he’s done with them and when he’s too big and moves on to something else, I will move on right with him. I will be more than happy to learn about whatever it is that is in his world for the moment because I love my kid with everything that I have. And if I have to be the bad guy, so be it. I’m just glad to still be part of the story.
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