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Where am I going

My kids wanted to go see a country concert last night. I agreed we should go. How could I not go, my kids wanted me to go with them. Soon they might not.  I was on the phone and mentioned the concert to my brother. 

I said “we are going to see a concert tonight, Angelina Ballerina”

My daughter said “it’s Kelsea Ballerini. Angelina Ballerina is a child’s book. About a mouse”

I laughed and said “Whoops. It’s kinda close, sort of”.

She said “Nope. Not one bit”       but I saw her smile, even though she tried not to. 


She knew

I was pumping gas into my car at a very busy gas station. As I was standing by the car i saw a sign on the  entrance. It said “visit our expanded craft section” I said “wow, who would think a little gas station like this would have a craft section” My daughter said “mom,  I think that’s a beer section, there aren’t any knitting needle and yarn in a gas station!” I said “how do you know that?” She said “how do you not know that!”

Then we laughed, until we cried. 

I wear her earrings

I was looking at some old pictures with a friend today. There were pictures of me at about twenty five years old, when I worked at a young hip production company (we made the special effects in some of the biggest films of that time) I was dressed all trendy in the pictures and then there were seven pictures of me at work dressed like a fifty year old Midwestern librarian. My friend asked me what happened to me in those pictures. I told her this. My mom was very sick and came out to Los Angeles to visit me. I couldn’t believe she was able to make the trip. When she saw me dressed for work she said “oh you don’t have to wear that to work, honey. I have some cute things you can wear” So I let her dress me head to toe all week. In her pleated skirts, paisley blouses, plastic beaded necklaces, clip on button earrings and my hair in a bun. She bought me panty hose too. She raved about how good I looked and asked if my boyfriend liked my new clothes. I thanked her for the compliments and assured (read that lied to her) that my boyfriend (who was in a hard rock band) liked my new look, a lot. She was pleased by that information. Mom was sure I would be much more successful at work if I wore a little less denim and a lot more knee length flowered skirts. I received many curious stares that week, but no one asked why I had changed my style. Mom went home and I wore my own clothes again. Mom didn’t live much longer after her visit. I’m glad I made her happy that week. I pull out the clip on earring on occasion as a nod to her, it probably makes her smile. 

Evidence I love my daughter

We recently moved and my kids haven’t met any friends yet. We went to the park and a couple girls my daughters age started talking to her. They all started to play. I was pleased, until their mom came and sat down by me. She took off her cover up and was sitting in a bikini showing me her new navel piercing . Then she took out a bottle of beer and cut a slice of lime. She took out her phone and as she talked to me she sipped her beer and took selfies. I don’t think I could have been more uncomfortable. I stayed for my daughter.

More evidence I love my kids!