Last night I nearly torched the kitchen of your future home… and potentially an entire apartment complex that is at least 50% occupied by senior citizens. Somehow, that makes it worse, doesn’t it?
As you’ll see eventually, we don’t have a lot of counter space in our kitchen. I often use the stove for food preparation, placing a wooden cutting board over the burners for a makeshift workstation.
And last night—even though I triple-checked the knob—instead of turning on the burner under the kettle of tea water, I flicked the switch under a big slab of bamboo kindling.
Not only did I fill your dad’s lungs with acrid, grey smoke as he ran from room to room opening windows and stopping the fire alarm, but I could have put 3 sweet old ladies out on the street.
This is the mother you will have to deal with, and you might as well know now that there are some things I am not good at.
I forget things. I put things off. I read numbers, signs, and maps incorrectly all the time. We’ll spend a lot of time driving around looking for the place we were supposed to be 20 minutes ago. I lose important things some times, and lock my keys in the car.
Your dad says these are things I can work on, and he’s right. They are not, as I worry sometimes, insurmountable barriers between me and the rest of the normally functioning world. But… keep in mind, Baby, that I’ll be working on some of these things for the rest of my life.
Now, I can promise you there won’t be fires all the time… despite my miserable track record with stove burners, I will not be one of those crazy movie-moms who takes pills and feeds you chocolate for breakfast and burns the patio furniture “because, look, the colors are so gorgeous!”
Aside from 6th grade camp, this is the first actual fire I’ve set. And it really was pretty quickly contained and put out… teh old ladies are all just fine, and probably don’t even realize the peril I nearly thrust upon them.
I can also promise to never forget you or put you off or leave you behind anywhere.
Even though I have no idea right now exactly how I will manage not to break you or traumatize you, but instead keep you safe and healthy and happy… well, I promise your dad and I will do our best.
And I promise never to put you on the stove. Ever.