The Push by Ashley Audrain (motivational novels TXT) 📗

Turn on her show. Time-out. Please. Listen to my words. No! Stain remover. Diaper. Dinner. Dishes. Answer the question again and again. Run the bath. Take off their clothes. Wipe up the floor. Are you listening? Brush teeth. Find Benny the Bunny. Put on pajamas. Nurse. A story. Another story. Keep going, keep going, keep going.

I remember one day realizing how important my body was to our family. Not my intellect, not my ambitions of a writing career. Not the person shaped by thirty-five years. Just my body. I stood naked in front of the mirror after taking off my sweater, which was covered in the pureed peas Sam had spit up. My breasts wilted like the plant in our kitchen that I could never remember to water. My stomach spilled over the indent from my underwear like the foam on the edge of my lukewarm latte. My thighs were marshmallows punctured with a roasting stick. I was mush. But the only thing that mattered was that I could physically keep us all going. My body was our motor. I forgave everything about the unrecognizable woman in the mirror. It never occurred to me then that my body would not be useful like that ever again: necessary, dependable, cherished.

Around that time, sex seemed to have changed even more for both of us. We were efficient. Rote. You were elsewhere while I straddled you. I, too, let my mind go. To the wet wipes I needed to buy. To the doctor’s appointment I’d forgotten to make. Where had I seen that recipe for the curry carrots? Summer dresses. Library books. These sheets I’d need to wash.

38

‘We can’t do it this morning, Fox, he’s got his swim class and then a playdate after, and I’ve already canceled on this mom twice. I told you this last week when I booked Violet for the dentist.’

‘I don’t remember Violet having quite such a busy social life,’ you said.

I was packing the diaper bag. She looked up at me from the floor where she was carefully tying her shoes. I shot you a look that said Not now. But your remarks were constant. You were consumed with jealousy on behalf of our daughter, who could not have cared less about how close her mother was with her new baby brother. She had adjusted, to the surprise of us all, almost seamlessly. The baby had defused the tension between Violet and me somehow, as though we were both now free to breathe a little. In this new space, she offered me small, measured gestures of affection – she sat closer to me during bedtime stories, she lifted her hand for a brief good-bye at the school doors.

We were making progress.

It was you I struggled with. You were supposed to have been happy for the mother I had finally found within myself when Sam arrived in our lives.

Your mom had visited for a few days the week before. You two were in the kitchen having a cup of tea after dinner on her last night while I cleaned up the toys in the living room. You both must have thought I was upstairs. You had thanked her for coming. Anytime, she said. I stood still when I heard her mention my name – that I seemed to be in much ‘better spirits’ than I was before Sam was born.

‘She loves that boy. I just wish she felt that same way about Violet.’

‘Fox,’ she had chastised, although gently. And then a few moments later, ‘The second time around is easier for some women. An easier adjustment.’

‘I know, Mom. But I worry for Violet. She needs –’

I had marched into the kitchen with the bin full of plastic animals and dropped it on the floor at your feet. You jumped and stared at the toys.

‘Good night, Helen.’ I couldn’t look at you.

The next morning, before she left for the airport, she apologized for what I overheard you say, as though she still had some kind of responsibility for you.

‘Everything okay with you two?’

I hadn’t wanted her to worry.

‘Just not getting enough sleep, that’s all.’

‘So you’ll have to take her this morning, I’m sorry. Okay?’ I bent down to tighten Violet’s shoelaces.

‘I’ve got a client coming in at ten. I can’t make it from one end of the city to the other and back again by then.’

‘Well, you can make it to your office in time if you don’t drop her off – just give her some paper and pencils to keep her busy during your meeting, and take her to school afterward. That would be fun, right, Violet?’

You rubbed your closed eyes and sighed. Sam had kept us both up most of the night. He was teething. You had always been able to sleep through Violet waking up at night, but you seemed to have a hard time sleeping since Sam came. ‘All right. Come on, kiddo, let’s roll.’

At dinner that night she told me all about her day. The treasure chest at the dentist’s office, the hole punch she played with at your desk.

‘And then I went for lunch with Daddy and his friend.’

‘Oh, how nice. And who was that?’

‘Jenny.’

‘Gemma,’ you corrected her.

‘Gemma,’ she repeated.

‘Someone from the office?’ I had never heard the name before.

‘My new assistant. She took a liking to Violet while I was in the meeting, so I invited her along.’

‘That’s nice. I didn’t know you had a new assistant. And where did you guys go?

‘A place with chicken fingers! She bought me an ice cream after! And a unicorn pencil and eraser.’

‘Lucky girl.’

‘She loved my hair.’

‘I do, too. You have beautiful hair.’

‘Her hair was long and curly, and she had pink paint on her nails.’

Sam began to fuss in his high chair, fist in his mouth. Violet banged her hands on the table to distract him. ‘Sammy, look, it’s a drum! Drum, drum, drum. Drum, drum, DRUM!’

‘You’ll