The Boys In My Life
Monday, February 14, 2011
Last night Libby, the volunteers, Sarah, James and I went out for a Valentine's dinner at this new restaurant in town that has live music. Surkhet is hoppin all of a sudden. It's incredible how much this place is developing and modernizing. There is like a real legit restaurant in town now.
When we got home I walked into the boys' room and lay with them in bed. They were all laughing uncontrollably because someone had farted under the covers. P said he did it and then they all started laughing even harder. P's new look is this bandana around his head. He wears it 24/7 except for in school because there are no bandanas allowed. He looks like a little gangster.
I kissed B's dry chapped cheeks and told him he needed some vaseline.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you too," he told me.
"But I love you more," I said.
"No, I love you more."
"Okay but I love you the most." I smiled convinced that I'd gotten the last word in.
"Well I'll love you even after I die," he told me.
Then N who was clearly deep in thought interrupted us.
"Umm, excuse me mom do you know how many galaxies are there in the universe?" he asked me.
N's new thing is talking to me in English. Only English. Not Nepali. Unless he really really can't get a point across, he tries to talk to me in English. He's the only one who does that.
"I have no idea N," I told him. "I don't know if anyone knows. Scientists still don't know a lot about our own galaxy."
"There are probably like over a thousand," P said confidently with that adorable bandana around his forehead.
"No way. Probably like over a hundred thousand," N answered.
I love the way his eyes get all wide when he talks about something he's interested in or excited about. I love that about N.
I pulled out my laptop and showed them this NASA video that I saw on Facebook a few weeks ago. They thought it was so cool.
N told me it was "awesome."
They are soo into outer space and asking random facts about the world. I don't know most of the answers to the questions they ask me. When I was little I used to get overwhelmed thinking about outer space and the universe and how small earth really was in the big scheme of things. It stressed me out whenever I tried to think about it late at night.
The kids all wrote me the sweetest Valentine's Day cards. I stopped feeling sorry for myself for not having a man in my life right now. I stopped and thought about how Y sat on my lap while we were watching the Harry Potter movie on Friday night. It made my night, maybe even my week. I couldn't even focus on the movie because I was so excited that Y was sitting with me. He's spent months ignoring me... avoiding eye contact most of the time and running away when I tried to talk to him. He's the most low maintenance three and a half-year-old anyone has ever met. He is healing and won't let anyone hold or touch him or even talk to him... but then out of the blue he just plopped right down on my lap and snuggled into me and fell asleep. It was so awesome. like outer space.