It's the weirdest thing.
There are some cartoons that trigger emotions in me, and memories, so strongly that I am either fiercely drawn towards or repelled from those shows. I don't know why this is coming to me now, but it is. So there.
Dragon Tales is one of them. I hate it. I can't even hear the theme song. It makes my stomach hurt, and my eyes burn. Literally. No joke.
And somehow, I was supposed to put this little thing through a surgery and recovery. Sheesh.
The DR gave me all the instructions, but truly figured that Sebastian would be re-admitted to the hospital within 72 hours. He figured there was no way that Bastian would eat or drink in the way that he needed to, and that he would end up on an IV, until he was healed enough to be on his own again.
Well, the surgery went fine (I have posted enough on here about Sebastian and surgery. Just know, this was the first, so my learning curve was steep. It also prepared me for everything that came after, if that is any indication.) I took the little monkey home, hellbent on making sure he wasn't going back to the hospital. Geoff worked that day and had a work function that night, so it was me and Bastian, united.
I'm not saying it was easy, but compared to what I was expecting...it was a cakewalk. The kiddo came through with flying colours. He did so great, he was eating right on schedule, his throat healed wonderfully and he shocked the doctor with how well he did.
While he was recuperating, we would lay in my bed together, watching DVD after DVD of Backyardigans. I am sure there were others, but it's Uniqua, Tasha, Austin, Pablo and Tyrone that stick out in my memory. And when he was recovering, and I would have to put the drops in his ears, we would have to keep them in for a certain length of time. I found that singing the Backyardigan's theme song was the perfect amount of time, and one that was guaranteed to make him smile and laugh, when his first inclination was to cry and fight me. That silly little song turned what could have been a battle, into a little mom and son bonding. I think of those times, every time I hear the song. Every time.
As a post script to that story, it was his ear surgery that, I believe, began to turn our lives around. Within a month after Sebastian's surgery, his speech exploded. He could finally hear, and was learning how to communicate with us.
And for the first time, at 4 and a half, he told me, in words, that he loved me. Yep. One of the best days of my life.
Cartoons. Love 'em or hate 'em, they are really a part of my life. Wouldn't have it any other way.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "Nickelodeon sets the soundtrack of my life".