Thursday, January 8, 2015
Apples and Oranges
Every day at 2:15, I wait outside of school to pick up Caiden and Elliott. Caiden comes out first and greets me with an over-the-top shout, "MOMMMMMYYYY!", her face lights up, and she runs full-force at me before throwing herself at my legs, sometimes jumping up and grabbing on to me. She does this pretty much every single day.
Everyday--along with this brilliant greeting--Caiden presents me with a piece of fruit, in her typical nonchalant way (Caiden has two modes: over-the-top and nonchalant). "Here Mommy." as she thrusts a piece of fruit at me without really looking at my face. I've tried to tell her that she doesn't need to take apples from school for me, but she doesn't listen. Every day its the same: a green apple, "Here Mommy, I got this for you." Maybe that's why I thought to write this today--today was different. It was a mandarin today, which was kind of a shock after months and months of green apples. I have green apples in my fridge, in my purse, in the pockets of Caiden's backpack, and driving home today I looked down and found one in the center console of my car. When I saw it there, I thought about Caiden; Caiden, who can be like a stone wall on the outside that hides a deep, deep well--a well that sends little green apples of love bobbing to the surface of its mysterious, unknown depths.
Posted by Corynne Escalante at 8:15 PM