Monday, September 15, 2014
It was almost two and a half years ago that my eldest asked me twice within one week if she could get her ears pierced. This was my post (and inner dialogue) that resulted:
"Now, she has also asked if she can be a waitress when she grows up, if she can take xylophone lessons and if she can go back to her old preschool because the new one doesn’t have naptime, but I didn’t take any of those inquiries seriously, as she asked only once. I have learned from experience that once she asks twice, I will have an easier time refusing an intravenous Diet Coke drip than I will her requests."
Even more thankful for her "inconsistencies" than I am for my own, I was lucky this request was fleeting. It was sort of like a supermarket meltdown. Agonizing and seemingly endless in the moment, but in hindsight, over in a flash. Phew.
But my second child... she is a whole-nother bag of tricks. And when she started asking me for "ear holes" four months ago, I knew I wouldn't get off that easy.
I still feel the same way I did in October of 2012. "It's the idea of making our babies grow up faster than they need to that makes me uncomfortable. Joking that your baby has diva tendencies is one thing… forcing them upon her is another. To pierce or not to pierce? Either way, I feel her slipping away already. Thank God she’ll need me to help wipe her bum later this afternoon… That’s always a decent reminder that we’ve got a looong way to go."
But, my baby isn't a baby anymore. She is four and a half, the exact age her sister was at the time of my first post on this subject. And to say she has a mind of her own is an understatement. She has a voice, and we heard it.
The photo story that unfolded on my husband's Facebook was adorable.
She was so excited at the start...
Until a bit of fear set in...
But in the end, she was a BIG GIRL!
The problem with this tale, as with many told on Facebook, is that it didn't tell the whole story. My husband managed to get a photo just as the second piercing when through the lobe, and the sheer TERROR on my daughter's face led me to say/scream that he'd be in huge trouble if he posted the picture. He didn't. But in retrospect, I am ok with putting it out there, because I think there is a valuable lesson to be learned.
Sometimes the things we desire most cause us the greatest pain to achieve... but if we overcome, they bring the greatest beauty.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Our Tooth Fairy Doesn't Give "Hundos", But She Gives Big in Other Ways. (Hint: It's Operation X-Mas Time!)
|(It's all about the pixie dust, People.)|
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Many years ago, a mother lost her only son in a gang related shooting. An innocent victim, he was the unlucky target of a deadly initiation process. Thankfully, the young perpetrator was caught by authorities and convicted. At his sentencing, the victim's mother stood in the courtroom and shouted repeatedly, "I am going to kill you".
Months later, the still-grieving woman found herself visiting the shooter in prison. Unsure of her intention, or even whether or not she would speak, she felt compelled to look into the eyes of the boy who had taken her son's life so prematurely.
Again and again she visited, often bringing him toiletries or baked goods. With no other visitors, the boy was completely alone. In many ways, so was she.
Years went on and eventually the boy, who'd since become a man, was nearing his release date. "What's your plan?", she asked fearfully. His answer, simply "I don't have one", was unacceptable to her. She knew where his poor planning had landed them both.
So on the day of his departure, the woman took her son's murderer to live in her home. Helping him get back on his feet was better (and safer) than leaving him to face the world with no support, she thought. As time went on, he proved to be helpful, responsible and committed to becoming a better man. So through a friend, she was able to find him employment. Eventually he saved some money, got an apartment and packed up to set out on his own.
But before he did, he reminded her. "I remember that day, in the courtroom. You screamed over and over again, 'I am going to kill you'".
"I did", the woman said, "I killed you with kindness".
Friday, June 27, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
My daughters thought the china was the prettiest, "fanciest" thing they had ever seen, and BEGGED me to let them eat on it. So, I did what any self-proclaimed fun mother would do. We used paper towel rolls, glitter spray paint and fairy stickers to invite my sister and niece to a very fancy party.
We ate chicken nuggets, pizza, macaroni and cheese (and some veggies) on this:
The girls wore makeup and my sister and I wore Louboutins (obviously). We made toasts with sparkling lemonade under twinkling lights and kept our elbows off the table. And in the end, we broke an old-school "tradition" to create a new tradition of our own. Our first fancy party will certainly not be the last.
So thank you, nearly 11 years later, to everyone who purchased a piece of my beautiful wedding china. This will never be forgotten.