this imploding heart

the rain let up and the sun came up

Mom and I spent seven hours sitting around in the hospital today doing the hospital thing. Waiting for nothing to happen. After 4 vials of blood and an ultrasound with a big black marker X on her side, we waited for 4 hours to be told to go home. (Best kind of hospital trip, by the way. Hooray for a squishy liver!)

The older I get, the more I consider my parents. I hear my mother and father blending together in the words I choose for greetings, the words I choose for deaths and births and curse and other bits. "You Folks Take Care" could be a wedding photograph.
"Ooh, Dangit!" I cried aloud and tucked my cut thumb into my palm and 'Dangit!' I thought as my congested ears turned me into my mom on the phone. It doesn't help that I speak to myself using my own name. (as in 'Dangit, Sonya. You sound just like your mother.' Sometimes I add 'she said to herself' at the end. Nuts!)
But something I only recently realized that I had in common with my parents is their fruity love of nature. My father used to drive extra slow down old logging slash roads with his head out the window, smiling at the trees. "Lookit that, Sonie. That's a Red Fir. See how the branches turn up and the bark is all broken? Thats how you tell it." He'd bring his head back in and lace his arm through the steering wheel and tilt his chin so it nearly touched the windshield, grin a mile wide. "Alright. Now you find one."

Mom came in early yesterday to stay the night. We took a walk through the neighborhood because spring is underway in Seattle, and the trees are in bloom. "Oh Sonya!" mom cried "Isn't it breathtaking? Look at the variety of life!"

I had to laugh, because it's just the sort of lovey dopey thing I hear myself say, and also hear my woodsy dad and farmy mom say all the time. "You're right, mom. Biology is miraculous"

Posted by Sonya at March 19, 2007 10:41 PM