Friday, October 24, 2008

MiniWarrior aka Dr Doolittle

MiniWarrior, my 10 year old insect, animal, vampire loving, special boy--now stands as tall as my eyebrows.

This morning I woke and crept out of bed as the house and all its occupants lay sleeping.

I shuffled to the coffee maker and filled its belly with ground up beans and water and set it to work.

With the sounds of the water steaming I did a quick check of email and headline news then walked softly up the stairs to MiniWarriors nest.

The red light over Jabba-the-frogs cage illuminated the mantis habitats on his desk. Joset-the-green-mantis and Willy-the-brown-mantis hung upside down, their cages littered with the bodies of half eaten crickets.

A rustle of movement from the cricket cage told me the sacrificial creatures were busy nibbling on their breakfast of lettuce leaves and grapes.

Yes. Eat hearty my little victims. Think not of being speared on Mantis spines while your head is being noshed on nor think upon the lightening fast frog tongue that will pull you into its mouth and suck you down into its amphibian belly.

I passed by the hermit crab as he lay quietly, nestled against empty shells, its cage tucked into shadowy corners of the table then turned and walked into MiniWarriors bedroom.

He lay sprawled across his bed, rubber crickets and grasshoppers, stuffed cats, frogs and dogs, lay entwined in his sheets.

I lay beside him for a moment, stroking the soft outline of his ear. He stirred and pressed against me mumbling in his sleep.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him like I have for so many years now. The memories flickered through my head of a brown eyed baby, chubby legged toddler, now a lanky boy-man running on sun brown legs, chasing after another victim to add to his collection of cages.

Is it possible to love a human being more than I do this child?

I cannot imagine how.


Mei Lian 橡媄蓮 said...

I yearn to discover for myself the feelings you experience. It will happen in time so I will hold your thoughts for the now.

Cindy said...

Sweet, You have said before he owns your soul, and he always will, even though the teenage years... :)

Peaceful said...


even though I could never love him as much as his mother, it
brought back some nice memories for me.....
oh,did I try to keep him from rising above me!

Haphazardkat said...

Mei Lian: I envy you that this time is still before you :)

Cindy: Ah yes. He fast approaches the dreaded teen years. I think this is why I felt so nostolgic this morning, watching him sleep--knowing when he awoke he would be more teen then little boy:)

Jadey: I know for a fact that blood does not make our ability to love our children any more or less. MiniWarrior is not from my blood--yet he owns everything about me. I imagine it is so with the boy you raised :)

R U Serious?? said...

You are too funny ans sooooo sweet. And MiniWarrior is a treasure!! Continue to hold him close.

I understand and agree with your explanation about what Albertsons is doing but after talking to other frustrated customers it's possible that their strategy might just blow up in their faces. Many of us have talked about simply changing stores. Albertsons is 5 minutes and there is a Stater Bros. 15 minutes away. We like to call it 'Store Wars'!!

Hope you're having a wonderful weekend!

Aafrica said...

only those with a big heart can love everything in the world, including the tiny creatures like a cricket. i think your baby warrior is one of them.

Haphazardkat said...

Bob-a-roo: Yeah. I agree with you. When a store becomes obvious in their dinking around with their customers--its time for another shop.

Aafrica: He does have a tremendously huge heart :)