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Words of Wisdom, Take Two
I had so much fun sharing the crazy things that my kids had to say that I thought I would share a little more of the wisdom I receive daily.
Seemingly after seeing a commercial, my daughter calls me into the living room.
Little Diva: Mommy! Mommy!
Me: (tripping as I ran in because obviously it’s an emergency) What, baby? What’s wrong?
LD: You need to get hanes.
Me: (catching my breath) What?
LD: You need to get hanes.
Me: Hanes? What’s hanes, baby?
LD: Hanes. Panties. They won’t ride up.
Whether that is a statement on my panty lines, I do not know. It seems, however, that this was of deep concern for her.
From my Sonny-Bunny comes this perspective on growing up.
SB: Mommy, I’m eight now.
Me: I know. You’re growing up so fast!
SB: I know! I’m half an adult.
Me: Really, half an adult? Don’t rush growing up, buddy.
SB: Well, now that I think of it, I’m really half a teenager.
The other night, we were all out for dinner and without any previous prompting, my daughter announced:
“Mommy and Daddy, if you were killed by a Bad Guy, I would be really angry.”
(Good to know, right?)
She furthered… “I would become a Super-hero and I would fight them!”
So watch out, Bad Guys, a new angry Super-hero is waiting in the wings!
And that’s my shot of wisdom to start your week off right. Tune in for future wisdom.
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Words of Wisdom
Words of Wisdom from the lunchbox set, otherwise known as my Little Diva and my Sonny-Bunny.
Little Diva: Mommy, I know why you have too many purses?
Me: Why is that, baby?
LD: Because you buy too much!
Sonny-Bunny: Mommy, I love you. I love you more than… the dog.
I asked my son a yes or no question (I can’t even remember what the question was. Instead of simply saying “no”, he decided to get clever. He answered, “the N-word” (To be clear — as opposed to “the Y word” He literally said “the N word, Mommy”.) As I stifled my giggles, I suggested that he just stick with a simple “no”.
Sonny-Bunny: Mommy, we learned to use Boggle today.
Mommy: Boggle? You mean the game? You learned how to play Boggle?
Sonny-Bunny: No, Mommy. You know.. on the computer. You type in words. Boggle.
Mommy: Oh, it’s a computer version of Boggle. Mommy likes that game.
Sonny-Bunny: No, Mommy! You know. You type in words. When you want to find things on the computer. You know… Boggle!
Mommy: Oh! Do you mean, Google?
Sonny-Bunny: Yeah, Google. That’s what I meant. Google.
I tried to get my kids to go bike riding with me. It was the first cool October morning after a miserably hot summer (that extended well into Autumn). My daughter was all for it. Sonny-Bunny turns to me and says, “Mom, I’m not one of those kids who just goes outside every day”.
We see a young man wearing a kilt. My son points and says, “Look, Mommy, that man is wearing a man-skirt!”
I was listing people in our family that I loved and Sonny-Bunny jumps in. “Don’t forget, least but not last, me!” He could not understand why I was cracking up.
My daughter loves “Kidz Bop”. If you’re groaning, you’re not alone but she loves, Loves, LOVES Kids Bop. One day, we get in the car and she says, “Mommy, put on the girls just want to have fun song”?
Well, as any good teen of the ’80s, I know this song by heart. But I was unaware of her having heard it, so I assumed that it must be on the latest Kidz Bop we had gotten from the library. We only play them in the car, but often my son will talk to me while it’s playing so maybe I missed it. ”Okay, baby, is that on your Kidz Bop?”
“No, Mommy”, she says with as much exasperation as a four year old can muster (which is a LOT). “It’s an ’80s song”.
Well, there you have it!
And finally, a little post Halloween fun.
Little Diva: Mommy, I want Whiskers.
Me: What do you mean… whiskers?
LD: You know, Mommy. Whiskers candy.
Me: Do you mean Reese’s? Or Hershey’s?
LD: No, Mommy, Whiskers.
Sonny-Bunny: She means Kit Kat, Mommy. She wants a Kit Kat.
LD: Yes, Mommy. I want a kitty candy, you know… whiskers.
There’s nothing like the perspective a child bring to anything, right? Have you heard any words of wisdom lately?
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Wordless Wednesday #16 — Trick or Treat
It’s all treats without any tricks over at 5 Minutes for Mom.
Hope yours was as wonderful as ours.
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Tagged Celebrations, Childhood, Sonny-Bunny, The Diva, Wordless Wednesday
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Sundays in My City #16 — Pumpkin Patch
I love, Love, LOVE pumpkins. As fall start to triumph over the long, hot summer and the hints of the holiday season to come is in the air, I start to feel happy. And taking my kids to a Pumpkin Patch to start off the season makes me even happier. So here’s a peek at my favorite Austin Pumpkin Patch and of course, my favorite two pumpkins!
Check out other Sundays in other cities over at Unknown Mami.
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Wordless Wednesday #13 — Back to (Pre) School
Thanks to everyone for the support through my daughter’s procedure and of the 9/11 series. I thought I would take a little break from those to share my daughter’s back to school pics. Mostly because she was upset that her brother had his posted and she had not. I don’t call her my little diva for nothing.
So there. As my son would say, “fair is fair”. If you want to be “fair”, check out other WW participants at 5 Minutes for Mom. 
Happy Wednesday!
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A Gift Returned
I gave my daughter into the hands of doctors yesterday and they gave her back! Thank you for all your prayers. Her routine procedure was indeed routine but my little Diva remains completely unroutine!
Thank You by Led Zeppelin
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
when mountains crumble to the sea, there would still be you and me.
Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.
Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.
Our love is strong, with you there is no wrong,
together we shall go until we die. My, my, my.
Inspiration’s what you are to me, inspiration, look… see.
And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,
Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.
Happiness, no more be sad, happiness….I’m glad.
If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.
If the mountains should crumble to the sea, there would still be you and me.
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Say a Little Prayer…
My precious little diva has to go under anesthesia today for a minor procedure. She is an otherwise healthy strong little lady and this is a “routine”procedure. My daughter, however, is not routine to me and I admit to being a nervous mom. I know that I have many friends out there in the web-o-sphere and if may impose on you to say a little prayer for her, I would be most appreciative.
I will return with Part 2 of my 9/11 story soon, but for today…
The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair, now,
And wondering what dress to wear, now,
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, forever, we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, together, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me.
I run for the bus, dear,
While riding I think of us, dear,
I say a little prayer for you.
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break-time,
I say a little prayer for you.
Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, forever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, together, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me.
My darling believe me,
For me there is no one
But you.
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You’re Not the Queen, You’re the Joker
Yep! That’s what my daughter said to me last night during a time-out. And by said, I mean screamed. While kicking her feet. This followed a string of exclamations including, “Why don’t grown-ups have time-outs?” and “You’re a mean person!” I heard all of these but the Joker stuck out.
Why?
Because for me, there is some truth to it. I am not a “Queen”. I never have been, not even in my own house. I’ve met a few. We all have. And I have been both intrigued and put off by them. Jealous and repulsed.
To me, a “Queen” is someone who is very clear on what they want and as a queen expects that everyone around her will facilitate that. Those who do, receive favor, and those who don’t, well… don’t. The wants. needs, and feelings of the others is secondary at best.
I, on the other hand, am the “Joker”. And not the cool, diabolical version portrayed by Jack Nicholson or Heath Ledger, but the guy with the bells on his cap. I know what I want (most of the time) but I don’t feel entitled to come right out and say it. Like a court jester, I am so afraid of losing favor that I use wit or other round-the-bout ways of getting what I want. Or I just live with it.
So this daughter of mine who made her off-hand but surprisingly deep comment, she’s a princess. Full-on. And I think that’s wonderful but what does a princess grow up to be? I don’t want her to be the “Joker” but I am not sure that “Queen” is what I want for her, either. Are these the two options?
What does the Jack do? Jack-of-all-Trades. Jack-O-Lantern. In the house that Jack built. Those sound pretty good. Well, maybe not the Jack-O-Lantern, but otherwise. These Jacks, they do things. Make what they want for themselves.
So how about that? Princess Jack? Yeah, I could live with that. And think about all the fodder it will give me, the “Joker”.
P.S. 29 days and counting…
QUEEN OF HEARTS
Juice Newton
Juice Newton
Midnight,
and I’m a-waiting on the twelve-oh-five
Hoping it’ll take me just a little farther down the line
Moonlight,
you’re just a heartache in disguise;
Won’t you keep my heart from breaking
if it’s only for a very short time
CHORUS:
Playing with the queen of hearts,
knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
who’ll do anything for you
Laying out another lie,
thinking ’bout a life of crime
That’s what I’ll have to do
to keep me away from you
Honey, you know it makes you mad
Why is everybody telling everybody what you have done
Baby, I know it makes you sad
But when they’re handing out the heartaches
you know you got to have you some
CHORUS:
Lovers, I know you’ve had a few
But hide your heart beneath the covers
and tell ‘em they’re the only one
And others, they know just what I’m going through
And it’s a-hard to be a lover when you say you’re only in it for fun
Playing with the queen of hearts,
knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool who’ll do anything for you
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Playing with the queen of hearts
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Happy Mother’s Day — Motherhood, Revisited
Happy Mother’s Day!
I wish all the Moms, the Wanna-Be Moms, the Grand-moms, Aunts who serve as Moms, and so on and so forth a brilliant day.
In honor of Mother’s Day, I reviewed my definition of Motherhood as I wrote about last fall. I stand behind it all. Especially the glimpses of heaven. As my children brought me their art work and handmade gifts, I remembered this piece. This morning, there was a moment of complete bliss for which I will always be thankful. I tried to be a sponge to suck every drop out of this beautiful essence.
And then as if God wanted to remind me that indeed I was breathing on Earth and not in Heaven, the kids began to fight, my husband yelled that he couldn’t hear the news, and my dog pooped on the floor. That’s Motherhood, baby!
I’ll still take it any day of the week, at any price, for as long as God allows me. So on this day wherein we are thankful for mothers (Love you, Mom!), I think I may be the most thankful. For I am truly blessed.
Now please excuse me, as I keep my kids from killing each other.
Motherhood… Really
Last night, I watched the movie “Motherhood”. If you haven’t seen the film, it centers around a blogger on the best/worst Mommy day of her life. On top of planning her daughter’s birthday party, caring for her children, absent-minded husband, dog, and an aging neighbor, she tries desperately to write a 500 word piece about what Motherhood means to her.
Now I don’t live in the Village and I sure as two hockey sticks don’t look like Uma Thurman (despite the film’s best efforts, the woman only manages to make frazzled look sexy), but I got where this woman was. She didn’t feel like she reached her career potential and while she adored her children, she felt creatively thwarted by the stresses that make up Mommyhood.
And I thought what is Motherhood to me? I couldn’t come up with a single answer but rather a series of competing realities that make up my life post delivery.
A friend without children once asked me how was I different. I answered quickly with little forethought that before children I knew what it meant to be willing to die for someone I loved but after children I knew what it was to be willing to kill. That’s right. I said it. This sunny, quirky and relatively little Mom has a giant mother lion hiding in her. And I would do anything to protect them. Not scary Texas Cheerleader Mother willing to kill but definitely willing to stop anyone cold who would hurt my children. That is part of motherhood for me.
Part of motherhood is exhaustion. A bone-numbing, eye-crossing, brain cell destroying exhaustion. I can count on one hand how many nights I have slept without some interruption. Some nights seem more like a series of cat naps. Some nights are less than that. I have even woken up on nights that the kiddos have actually both slept through the night (rarer than a winning lottery ticket) in a cold sweat because I am so accustomed to one of them waking me up that I feared that something must be wrong.
As in the film, part of motherhood for me is the reality that my brain does not work as it did before. People used to call me “The Elephant” because I never forgot anything. I was also frighteningly punctual. I think that I had complex. articulate thoughts. I say “think” because the memory is foggy but there is a vague remembrance of deep conversations over wine and David Sylvian music. Now my brain is filled with PTA forms, library book due dates, packing lunches and backpacks. This is muddled with choruses of Dora and Ni-Hao, multiple daily readings of The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and spelling lists. Finally, add to this mental stew the aforementioned exhaustion, and I fear that coherent thoughts are less the norm and more savant-style flashes from an ever-more addled mind.
Most of all, however, motherhood means stolen glimpses at heaven. There are moments as a mother that are so intensely awe-inspiring, so jaw-droppingly gorgeous, so heavenly, that I honestly think that if I died in that moment, I would not even realize that I had moved into Heaven. There are moments that don’t just make being a mom worthwhile, they make living worthwhile. They give each breath vitality and value. They make me believe in all that is good and worthwhile in this world and the next.
So,stir it together and that is what motherhood means to me.
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