Subject: Manse Diaries: Unanswered Questions for the Millionth Spunky
Date: 18 Sep 1997 00:00:00 GMT
From: email@example.com (MegaLiz)
Organization: MotPU: Where Binary Moodswings are ALWAYS on the Menu
Newsgroups: alt.foot.fat-free, alt.slack
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firstname.lastname@example.org.NOSPAM (abvhiael stuart) wrote:
: Dear Munificent Magnificent Millionth Spunky,
Yeah, I know. I'm working on her. She's getting more pugnacious and
I'm thoroughly disorganized.
The wonderous quality of Spunky is that she IS spunky. She fears
nothing and nobody. I just have to try to remember that all the things
about her that drive me NUTS are the things that are going to serve
her well later.
On a recent afternoon, she spied one of the big boys messing with her
Big Wheel. Lemme tell you, it was like trying to keep a shark on a
leash. She was practically chewing on the doorknob when I finally
turned her loose into the yard to get her li'l trike back. She stomped
over toward her toy, her curls just boinging with fury, the kid took
off and she hefted the trike and CARRIED it, harumphing all the way,
back to its usual out-of-sight nest by the door. She was still
glowering as she came back inside. "Dat worried me," she said. I
agreed with her that it was a BAD IDEA to play with stuff without
The next day the same asshole kid started pestering her, "Why do you
bang on the window when you're NAKED?" She ignored him completely. I'm
sure that to her way of thinking it was like asking why round things
are round: she bangs on the window to be friendly whether she has
clothes on or not. Duh. I was watching all this from a pretty good
distance and feeling the usual rage at all the future stupid people
who will try to make her feel shameful or fearful for no good reason.
I saw a parade of assholes who will try to tame her. I am just the
FIRST of these.
Not long after Asshole Boy lost interest in the interrogation, he
collected five of his big boy friends for a game that surely involved
balls. As they passed Spunky's red wagon on the sidewalk, Asshole Boy
reached over and grabbed the handle and whipped it around in an
unconscious gotta-gotta-touch-it-'cause-it's-there spasm. He nearly
mowed down three other big kids in the process. Their howls drew the
attention of our gal like blood in the water and ZZZZOOOOOOOOOMMMM!
there she was. "Gimme dat! Dat's MY TOY! You dint ATHK ME! Doan TOUCH
it. IT IZ MINE!" The boys just faded from my view as if they'd been
chemically erased. They had no comment. I smiled at her even though
she couldn't see me. Sometimes I think she's going to be okay.
Today was the BEST. Today we went to the playground, which for Spunky
may as well be heaven no matter how battered the equipment is. For me
it is not nearly so nice. I don't like to watch her and I don't mean
because it's dull - it can be - but I often don't enjoy it because of
her fearlessness. I reflexively wince and suck my teeth every time I
catch sight of her trying a new stunt. Only this summer did she begin
to believe in gravity. (I've BEEN believing in it since I was born.
Nobody could ever convince me to do that damned backflip. Nuh-uh. Not
me). Spunky even scares other mothers when she mounts the monkey bars.
I've had a few even suggest that I should, "Look at her GO!" But I
don't watch, I just glance at regular intervals.
Today she fell. It's the first time since she became well-practiced at
walking that she's taken a fall that deserved a good long cry. She was
swooping from a sitting position atop the bars - I can't describe it
succinctly, but it was a gymnastic power maneuver THING that no normal
three-year-old would try. She'd done it dozens of times before but
today she misjudged the size of her head. She was furious and
scream-cried over to me to display a set of bloody moon shapes inside
her lip. I suggested that we should go home and suck ice. Spunky said
that she wasn't ready yet and ran back to the monkey bars, still
crying, and did the THING again without getting hurt. "We can go now,"
She earned a BIG popsicle.
"Don't expect any more free squirrel brains from me, neither."