Today is Sunday, another cool gray day.\u00a0 A New England day, a Boston day, where you can smell the ocean or at least the harbor.\u00a0 A bleach scent — (ammonia somehow?) lies beneath the gray.\u00a0 A white sky, a level brighter where the sun might be, but still no shadows, no depth.\u00a0 In New England, you can get a day like this any time of the year and it will feel the same:\u00a0 neither winter, nor fall, spring or summer-like.<\/p>\n
And yet this is not an unhappy day.\u00a0 I am going around, straightening, fluffing, washing.\u00a0 It is a day for detergent, bleach, dryers, cloth.\u00a0 Ned is napping under layers of pillows to block out our noise, a trick he learned from the days of the babies.\u00a0 And the boys?\u00a0 All three, upstairs in Max’s room.\u00a0 Max is at his desk, Ben is playing Dante’s Inferno on the PS3, and Nat is lying on Max’s bed.<\/p>\n
Max’s room makes the most sense for the three different boy branches to converge.\u00a0 His is the only room with a wall-to-wall carpet; he insisted on keeping it when we first moved in, my creature of comfort.\u00a0 Max has always known how to be comfortable, physically and spiritually.\u00a0 As a baby he had layers of beautiful fat, he was all chub and chunk, round and pleasing.\u00a0 And pleased.\u00a0 Every word he spoke had an exclamation point after it.\u00a0 His eyes had smiles at the corners.\u00a0 And as he grew up, and shed the outer baby fat, he went tall, an easy height hovering over most other people, so that he could be above the fray, and choose his interactions.\u00a0 His bed is covered with a never-washed down comforter, bought 27 years ago for Ned’s and my first bed.\u00a0 I think the hay-like breath that it exhales is utterly relaxing in its old familiarity.<\/p>\n
That’s why Nat’s there — I think.\u00a0 His head on Max’s pillow, perhaps conjuring up the earliest days of his memory, sharing a stroller with his baby brother, almost twins.\u00a0 When you show Nat baby pictures of Max, he says they are Ben, because to him Max was never a baby, always a peer.<\/p>\n
And Ben sits up, focused, sharp, interacting with Dante’s imagination, or at least some software company’s version of Dante’s vision.\u00a0 Ben’s huge brown eyes slide to me, when I walk in there, interested but wary.\u00a0 Why is Mom here?\u00a0 But he finds me interesting, still, only newly 13 and more boy than teenager.\u00a0 His hands and feet are large but his face is still small, except for his eyes and brows.\u00a0 He is always thinking, his mind jumps and leaps concepts and centuries, easily but always with the tiniest edge of misapprehension.\u00a0 Or is it simply his own angle?<\/p>\n
I’m here because I want to know if Max needs his comforter washed.\u00a0 My arms and my head have been full of white sheets to be washed.\u00a0 I don’t know, it just occurred to me that the comforter is so old and just the perfect haven for dust mites.\u00a0 I have to wash mine regularly because of the recent arrival of allergies.\u00a0 Does he need that?\u00a0 As always, my motherhood concerns and insights occur to me not when I want them to, but in these flashes of intuition, sudden bursts of sunlight that flash temproarily outside of my own cave.<\/p>\n
As Max rolls the question of the comforter around in his mind, tasting it like a fine wine or at least his favorite pizza, Nat answers for him:\u00a0 “Mommy will go away.”<\/p>\n
“No, I guess it’s okay,” echoes Max.<\/p>\n
“Mommy will go away,” Nat repeats, speaking for all of them.\u00a0 So I leave, on my own white cloud of laundry, so happy with the brothers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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