Yesterday while getting ready to
take my child to the doctor (remember, we talked about this) she told me how
beautiful I was with or without make-up. Yes, we did end up going to B.W.W.
just like she wanted and it never ceases to amaze me about how a compliment
from a child means they want something (note I didn’t specify the age of “child”).
Keep the whole “you are so beautiful with or without make-up, Mommy” statement
in mind for the next few moments.
Today was like any Tuesday morning. Wake up, fix coffee, wake eldest child and force shower upon her, do dishes and laundry, and wake youngest and force shower followed by breakfast and a rushed list of “don’t forgets” and “did you.” Please take note that nowhere on this list does it say Momma gets a chance for a hot shower unless wanting to wake up before the rooster therefore I am lucky to be dressed and somewhat presentable for public viewing. While driving the lovelies to school the older child dares to say a series of words that went to a horrifying thought…for her.
“Mom, do you work today?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You will be going home to change first, right?”
This is where I notice a slight hint of fear in her words and yes, I ran with it like a batter to first base. “Um, perhaps, why? Does my outfit scare you? Or do I embarrass you?”
“No, you will only embarrass yourself” as she giggles and starts to laugh at the tempting thoughts.
“Really?” That’s when the fun really begins…for me. “So do you mind if I come in and announce to everyone that I am EVIE’S MOMMY and maybe we could do lunch.”
Panic then spreads across her precious face and she stares at me with the world’s largest eyes in pure horror as she speaks “OH MY GOSH MOM! YOU ARE FREAKING ME THE FREAK OUT! Please, don’t. I’ll do anything.” She did this whole little rant which was very comical and I enjoyed watching her freak just a tad.
Hook, line, and sinker. Just like that she took the bait and I start to feel just a tad bit bad, but the moment passes quickly as I ask “So that would embarrass you? What makes it ok for me to go to work like this but not your school? Does that even make sense?”
“Well come on. You usually are all…you know. Dolled up and stuff for work so I didn’t think you would go looking like that.” This was nice that she knew I wouldn’t go out completely like that; however, it worries me slightly how much she is aware of appearances. I hope to be raising a well-rounded young person able to see people for them and not what they have.
My last words as she got out of the car and goes towards the school was “You know I love you and yes, I will go home and get ready for the day. I promise not to go into the school looking like this, so don’t worry. Have a good day and I’ll see you at home.” We both laughed and she apparently had a great day.
My youngest was however still very upset with his sister and how “RUDE” she was to me. I can’t help but think of how much of a little gentleman he is. He is constantly praising me with compliments and showering me with love, and so far, I cannot see where it is given with hidden agendas. He is very young though and perhaps he is stocking up his butt kissing for something huge later.
Today was like any Tuesday morning. Wake up, fix coffee, wake eldest child and force shower upon her, do dishes and laundry, and wake youngest and force shower followed by breakfast and a rushed list of “don’t forgets” and “did you.” Please take note that nowhere on this list does it say Momma gets a chance for a hot shower unless wanting to wake up before the rooster therefore I am lucky to be dressed and somewhat presentable for public viewing. While driving the lovelies to school the older child dares to say a series of words that went to a horrifying thought…for her.
“Mom, do you work today?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You will be going home to change first, right?”
This is where I notice a slight hint of fear in her words and yes, I ran with it like a batter to first base. “Um, perhaps, why? Does my outfit scare you? Or do I embarrass you?”
“No, you will only embarrass yourself” as she giggles and starts to laugh at the tempting thoughts.
“Really?” That’s when the fun really begins…for me. “So do you mind if I come in and announce to everyone that I am EVIE’S MOMMY and maybe we could do lunch.”
Panic then spreads across her precious face and she stares at me with the world’s largest eyes in pure horror as she speaks “OH MY GOSH MOM! YOU ARE FREAKING ME THE FREAK OUT! Please, don’t. I’ll do anything.” She did this whole little rant which was very comical and I enjoyed watching her freak just a tad.
Hook, line, and sinker. Just like that she took the bait and I start to feel just a tad bit bad, but the moment passes quickly as I ask “So that would embarrass you? What makes it ok for me to go to work like this but not your school? Does that even make sense?”
“Well come on. You usually are all…you know. Dolled up and stuff for work so I didn’t think you would go looking like that.” This was nice that she knew I wouldn’t go out completely like that; however, it worries me slightly how much she is aware of appearances. I hope to be raising a well-rounded young person able to see people for them and not what they have.
My last words as she got out of the car and goes towards the school was “You know I love you and yes, I will go home and get ready for the day. I promise not to go into the school looking like this, so don’t worry. Have a good day and I’ll see you at home.” We both laughed and she apparently had a great day.
My youngest was however still very upset with his sister and how “RUDE” she was to me. I can’t help but think of how much of a little gentleman he is. He is constantly praising me with compliments and showering me with love, and so far, I cannot see where it is given with hidden agendas. He is very young though and perhaps he is stocking up his butt kissing for something huge later.
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