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Bobby's Rainy Day Adventure
Copyright 2006 by Heather Rose Brown
CHAPTER VIII
It felt like I was crying for ages as I rocked in Aunt Joan's arms. Between
sobs, I tried to describe the dream I'd had about my fifth birthday party.
Even though it had been a dream, most of it was just like what had happened
on that day. When I got to the nightmare part and told her about what my
father had done, it brought back up all anger I felt towards him and
reminded me of why I was afraid of him.
I got to a point where there were more sobs than words and stopped trying
to speak. Aunt Joan held me close and made soft, comforting sounds. What
was making me cry the most was the sense of loss. My father, the man who
had loved me and was always there to protect me, had disappeared the day he
saw me in the dress Aunt Marie had given me for my birthday. While he had
never hit me again, he also barely touched me after that day.
Eventually, I had no more tears, just a deep ache. I was still sniffling
when I realized where a faint but painfully familiar stink had been coming
from. "Aunt Joan, I think I ...."
"Sh sh shhhh, we'll take care of that in a moment." Aunt Joan turned
towards Cori and Terri, who were partially blocking the light coming in
through the doorway. "It's okay girls. You can go back to bed, but I'll
need to talk to you in a few minutes, Cori."
After they both left, Aunt Joan pulled a tissue from a fuzzy box sitting on
the nightstand beside the bed, blotted at the tears on my cheeks, and then
held the tissue up to my nose. "Blow your nose, sweetie."
The trumpeting sounds she made when I blew my nose made me giggle, but it
didn't take away the shame I was feeling. "Aunt Joan, I'm so sorry I wet
Cori's bed."
"Don't worry, Bobby. I'm certain she'll understand."
"But the mattress ...."
"... Will be just fine." Aunt Joan brushed a strand of hair behind my ear,
stood up, and walked over to Cori's dresser. "Let's find you some fresh
clothes to change into."
The stink was a lot worse after I pulled back the covers. My guilt doubled
when I rolled onto my side and felt the chill on the back of my damp pajama
bottoms. I stood up and turned to strip the bed, but wasn?t on my feet long
after I shifted my weight onto my right foot.
No sooner had I yelped in pain and stumbled than Aunt Joan dropped the
clothes she was holding back into the dresser drawer and ran over to me.
"What do you think you're doing, Bobby?
After she helped me back into bed, I reached for my aching foot and felt
the bandage wrapped around it. "I'd forgotten about my ankle. In my dream
it wasn't hurt."
"Well, we can't have you trying to walk on it yet. If you're anything like
Cori had been after she slipped out of that tree a few summers ago, I'd
probably have to sit on you to get you to stay in bed." For a moment, I
found myself worrying what I'd do if someone as big as Aunt Joan tried to
sit in me, but the wink she gave me before walking over to Cori's closet
told me she was just teasing.
I spent a few minutes sitting on the bed, trying not to breathe through my
nose while listening to the scritch of hangers sliding across clothes racks
and the scrape of boxes being shoved around the closet. "Aunt Joan, whatcha
doing in there?"
"I'm looking for ... ah, found it." She walked out of the closet carrying a
small aluminum crutch with pink padding on the armrest. "I was hoping Cori
would still have this. She's almost as much of a packrat as her sister."
After helping me balance on my good foot, Aunt Joan placed the crutch under
my right arm and showed me how to use it as an extra leg so I wouldn't make
my injured ankle any worse.
Once I more or less got the hang of using the crutch, Aunt Joan lead me out
of the bedroom, across the hall, and into the bathroom. While I stood in
the middle of the cold tiled floor, wishing the back of my pajama bottoms
weren't wet so I could sit down someplace out of the way, Aunt Joan reached
past me to drop the clothes she had been carrying onto the closed toilet
lid. I was expecting her to wrinkle her nose when she was standing so
close, but all she did was smile at me before kneeling down in front of the
bathtub.
The faucet knobs squeak as she adjusted them; soon, a cloud of steam began
floating out of the tub. When she added the bubble bath, the flowery scent
didn't completely cover the smell that had followed me since I got out of
bed, but it helped.
"Okay sweetie, let's get you out of those wet clothes." Without really
being aware of what I was doing, my elbows clamped down to my sides as Aunt
Joan started pulling at my pajama top. She froze for a minute, looking
embarrassed and slightly worried, before letting go. "I'm so sorry, Bobby.
After hearing about what happened when you were little, I should have ...
would you rather me not help you?"
I had to think about that. It hadn?t been so long ago when Aunt Joan had
taken off my shirt before shampooing the mud out of my hair. I hadn't felt
at all shaky then, just a bit shy. "Any other time I think I'd be okay. But
right now, after having had that dream ...."
Lightly stroking my cheek with her fingertips, Aunt Joan nodded and smiled,
but her soft sigh sounded sad. "I think I understand." She pointed to a
small wicker basket with the edge of a trashcan liner peeking out from
under the plastic lid. "When you change out of the jammies you're wearing,
just toss them into the little hamper over there by the sink."
Aunt Joan glanced at the tub, and then turned the knobs until the rumble of
falling water wound down to a trickle, ending in a few muffled plops as the
last of the water dripped into a tub full of fizzing soap bubbles. "Try not
to get the bandage on your foot wet when you're in the tub, sweetheart. If
you need help with anything, just call. I'll be right across the hall in
Cori's room."
"Thank you, Aunt Joan." The words seemed so empty compared to how I
actually felt. What I really wanted to do was hug her, but it didn't feel
right while still in my wet clothes.
"You're welcome, Bobby." Aunt Joan ran her fingers through the back of my
hair. "When you've washed and changed, come back into Cori's room."
Once Aunt Joan closed the door behind her, I stripped off my clothes and
tossed them into the hamper. After climbing into the tub, I slowly slid
down into the bubbles, being careful to keep my right foot from getting
wet. The warmth of the bath water seemed to melt away the last bit of fear
left over from the nightmare. For some reason, this got me started crying
again. It only lasted a minute and was a lot less noisy than before. A
weight I hadn't realized was there seemed to slip from my shoulders when it
was over.
It was tempting to just sit there and soak, but I was too afraid of falling
asleep and going back to where my nightmare had left off. Instead, I
quickly washed up and shampooed my hair before letting the bubble bath
drain out of the tub. It was a bit tricky trying to rinse off under the
shower while standing on one foot and holding the other out of the tub.
After I was finished drying off and cleaning up the water that had splashed
out of the tub, I went to the clothes Aunt Joan had left for me. The white
panties on top were almost like the ones I'd been wearing earlier, except
these had pink hearts and smiling blue moons around the waistband. I still
had some trouble deciding which side was the front. They felt better the
second time I pulled them up when the tag was against my left hip, so I
decided to keep them on like that.
The only other piece of clothing left was what looked like an extra-long t-
shirt. It seemed unusually plain for something coming out of Cori's
dresser. The one thing that made it look a little girlish was the large
picture on the front of Hello Kitty wearing a frilly blue nightgown and a
matching bow over her ear. After slipping the shirt over my head, I hung my
damp towel over an empty towel rack, grabbed the crutch, and headed back
across the hall.
The first thing I noticed when I reached Cori's bedroom was how the air
smelled fresh and clean instead of stinking from wet bed sheets. I glanced
at the bed, noticed the covers looked different, and wondered who had
changed the sheets and made the bed for me.
I turned to the desk and saw Aunt Joan sitting there with Cori in her lap.
They were both staring at the computer monitor on the desk. Before I could
decide which of them to thank for changing the sheets, Aunt Joan turned to
me, smiled, waved me in, and then whispered in her daughter's ear as I came
into the bedroom.
Cori nodded to whatever had been whispered, slid off her mom's lap, and
walked up to me. For a moment, she just stood there, staring at her feet.
"There's ... there's something I wanna tell you, Bobby. It's kinda
personal, but I think you might understand."
I felt confused by the sudden shyness. "What's wrong, Cori?"
Cori finally looked up. "Nothing's really wrong. It's just ... it'd be
easier to show you."
Grabbing my left hand, Cori led me into her closet and opened the door to
one of the cubbies inside. It was the same door she had been so upset about
me trying to open before. She took out what looked like a pair of thick,
white underpants with a butterfly print on the front. "These are called
Goodnites."
"What are they?"
"They're sorta like panties, but they help keep you from wetting the bed."
"You mean ... like a diaper?"
For the first time since I'd met her, Cori blushed. "Not really. Diapers
are made for babies, but Goodnites are made for kids."
"Oh." Things started clicking into place in my sleepy brain. "So, do you
wear them all the time?"
"No, only when I go to bed."
I glanced down at my friend's hips, but couldn't see any noticeable extra
thickness under her pajama bottoms. "You mean, like right now?"
Cori nodded and her blush deepened. "I ain't had to change the sheets since
I started wearing them." Cori closed the cubby door and held the Goodnites
out to me. "Would you like to use a pair?"
The idea of never waking up to wet bed sheets was almost too amazing to
imagine. "Wow ... ummm ...."
Cori put the Goodnites in my hand. "These are yours. You can put them on if
you want when I go back out to the bedroom. If you decide not to, just put
them back in the cubby." She gave me a quick hug around the shoulders.
"Either way it'll be okay."
After Cori left, I stood there for a minute, balancing on my good foot and
the crutch while looking at what she had just handed to me. While I really
wasn't sure about wearing what felt a lot like a diaper, I also knew I
didn't want to take a chance wetting my friend's bed again.
Once my mind was set, I took off my panties and pulled the Goodnites up
over my hips. They weren't as tight as I had been expecting and a bit
warmer than the panties. The extra padding between my legs felt a little
odd, but being able to wake up to a dry bed more than make up for that.
Aunt Joan was still in front of the computer when I came out to the
bedroom. Her arm was around Cori, who was standing beside her mom. Aunt
Joan was speaking to her daughter in a low voice when she turned to me and
waved. "There you go, Bobby. We were starting to wonder when you were
coming out. You can put the panties in the hamper by the door."
Even though I should have known it was impossible, considering how well
most mothers could hear, I had been hoping to find someplace to put the
panties before anyone saw so they wouldn't know for sure what I was
wearing. After tossing the panties in the hamper, I turned and saw Aunt
Joan holding her arms out to me. "Come here for a minute, sweetheart. I'd
like to show you something."
I barely had time to lean my crutch against the desk before Aunt Joan
picked me up. There was a soft crinkling as I settled into her lap, but I
seemed to be the only one to notice the sound. ?Whatcha wanna show me??
?There?s some information online Cori and I have found helpful; we thought
you might like to take a look at it.? Aunt Joan reached around me and typed
something on the keyboard in front of us. A window popped up on the monitor
and I quickly noticed the Goodnites logo in the upper left corner.
"Is this the place that makes those ... panties?" I'd almost called them
diapers, but I didn't want to think of them as that, especially since I was
wearing a pair of them.
Aunt Joan's cheek rubbed my ear as she nodded. "That's right, Bobby. They
have a special website for kids and parents dealing with bed-wetting." She
began clicking through the site, pointing out where they had info about why
some kids wet their beds and how to wake up dry more often. We even spent a
little time scrolling through their message board, looking at post where
people were asking for help and getting advice and support.
"Wow, I kinda knew I wasn't the only kid who wet the bed, but I had no idea
there was so many." I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes as I started
reading the next message.
Cori leaned over my arm and looked at what I had up on the monitor. "Oh,
that's another post from Anna. She's always got good advice. I've e-mailed
her a couple of times when I had questions I didn't everyone to see. If
your mom says it's okay, I'll give you her address."
"I ain't got a computer."
"Oh ... well, does your mom let you borrow hers?"
"She ain't got one either." I was feeling both annoyed and embarrassed. I
hated being the only kid I knew who didn't have a computer at home.
Cori stifled a yawn. "Well, you could use my computer if you want when you
come over to visit."
Aunt Joan hugged her daughter around the waist. "That's a very thoughtful
thing to offer, honey. But I think it's about time we turned off the
computer and got you two back in bed."
Cori pouted after the computer was turned off, but it didn't last long
after Aunt Joan tickled her ribs and Cori started giggling. "Moooom, n-no
fair!"
Aunt Joan's voice was playful. "I can't have you going to sleep grumpy. Now
get that bottom back in bed."
Reaching behind me, Cori wrapped her arms around her mom and squeezed
tight. "G'night, Mom."
Aunt Joan swung an arm around her daughter and squeezed back. "Good night,
honeybunch."
After kissing her mom goodnight, Cori surprised me by kissing me on the
cheek. "Goodnight, Bobby. I hope you don't get no more nightmares."
Before I could think of more to say than, "Thank you," Cori was out the
door.
I scooted around in Aunt Joan's lap until I was sitting sideways and could
look up at her. "I dunno if I can go to sleep just yet."
Wrapping an arm around my back, Aunt Joan began brushing loose strands of
damp hair out of my face. "You know, when my girls have nightmares, I
usually rock them back to sleep."
"Even Terri?"
Aunt Joan grinned. "Not as much as when she was little, but there are still
times when she needs to be held. Would you like to rock for a little while,
sweetie?"
I only had to nod once before Aunt Joan stood up with me in her arms and
carried me over to the wooden rocking chair in the back corner of Cori's
room. Before she started rocking, Aunt Joan pulled a knitted blanket from
under the chair and used it to cover my bare legs and feet.
Cuddled up under the covers, I leaned against Aunt Joan and listened to her
heart beating. "I love you, Aunt Joan." Almost as soon as the words were
out of my mouth, I felt guilty. "I mean, not the way I love my mom, but ...
I mean ...."
Aunt Joan pulled me closer. "I think I understand what you're saying.
Nobody could ever take the place your mommy has in your heart, and I would
never try. Love is a pretty amazing thing; you can feel it in many
different ways for as many different people as you know."
"Can you love someone and hate them at the same time too?"
"Yes, it is possible." Aunt Joan was quiet for a moment. "Were you thinking
of someone in particular?"
"I guess I was kinda thinking about my dad. I always feel so mixed up when
I think about him."
Aunt Joan's chin touched the top of my head as she nodded. "Love can be
confusing sometimes, but it can be simple as well. For instance, I know I
will always love my daughters, no matter what." We rocked in silence for a
few minutes. "You know what else, Bobby?"
I yawned and stretched my legs out under the blanket. "What's that, Aunt
Joan?"
"I love you too."
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