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.
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 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.
My daughter raised one eyebrow at me. She said “This is my Dominant eyebrow. Right handed, Left Eyebrowed”
My dad-I went to the doctor today. She wears her hair in cornfields now.
Me-you mean cornrows dad.
My dad-oh, yes, that’s it.
My daughter-laughed and said you are just like your dad!
Me-that’s true. I am just like my dad but even worse you are just like me.
My daughter-laughed and said sadly you are right.
You don’t have to say the words out loud as you text them. A “helpful” hint from my daughter to me.
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!