Tuesday, May 10, 2011
This is our fish Maurice. Or at least it certainly looks like him. The boys and I got him for Mother's day 2010. Once presented, Daisy bent down and gave the boys a kiss and a hug. "Thanks guys!" she said. With a smile still on her face she promptly stood up, turned to me, and whispered in my ear, "I'm not taking care of this thing." This was not what I had expected, or wanted, to hear. Now a fish may not seem like a big deal to take care of but after 12 1/2 years of marriage we had yet to own any pet.
I have been rather sporadic in my care for Maurice but have been earnest in my efforts. Some days I wake up and think he has finally given himself over to death. But, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, he swims to the top of the water and receives nourishment. He has made it a year and we are so proud. If we had Maurice before we had kids we may never had taken the plunge into parenthood.
Maurice presses forward. In spite of us he presses forward. One time, as I was putting Beast to bed, I heard him whisper, "Dad. Is Maurice still around?"
"He has been sitting on your shelf for the past month."
Maybe if Maurice acted more excited to see us when we got home. I'll give him the constructive criticism tomorrow.