Moments of Hilarity  

sweetalyssum 47F
560 posts
11/7/2005 6:22 pm

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Moments of Hilarity


The most hilarious moment for me happened yesterday when as I was traveling home, I got a call from my daughter to see how close I was to getting home.

I explained that traffic seemed to be letting us get through pretty quickly but I wasn’t truly sure. I noticed a whiney and dare I say, “witchy” tone to my daughter’s voice. Commenting on the tone, “Darling, I’ll be home as soon as I can, and really I do miss you but I’m telling you right now that I’m exhausted from traveling and you are beginning to annoy me before I get there.”

Now I pride myself on being pretty open about helping my daughter and son adjust confidently through puberty, so…I’ve explained that it’s okay to be cranky during that pms time, but both she and I will still have to take responsibility for what she and I say to each other and do while we are in the throes of that mind altering state.

So she answers me matter o’ factly, “Yes, I was at a slumber party last night and didn’t get to sleep til very late, let’s not have a catfight.”

I respond back, without laughing my head off, “Well, thank you for telling me that and yes, let’s not have that catfight. See you soon.” The lady I am traveling with looks at me and says, “That’s rather disrespectful.” I give a shrug, knowing that to some people, my relationship with my daughter and son lacks the strict boundaries that they are more comfortable with, but when my daughter sits on my bed and helps me unpack my suitcase and chats merrily about the latest gossip going on in the 5th grade; when she picks up the gaudy gold shoes I bought on a whim knowing she would love their sparkle and steal them from me, I know the closeness I share with her is unexplainable, unfathomable, and a gift I treasure.

And then there is the male child. So confusing to me as he struts around in his towel after the shower, boasting of new armpit hair growth. Instead of using a doorjamb to measure his growth, he has always used me. “I’m up to your waist,” he would crow as a 7 year old, and now at age 13 he looks me in the eye and I know soon he will tower over me.

Another day, another moment, another laugh...

caressmewell 53F

11/7/2005 6:59 pm

As the mother of an 18 yo boy and 12 yo girl I can so relate to your story. It sounds to me like you are doing a wonderful job!


rm_magnet4u22 49F
18406 posts
11/7/2005 8:55 pm

Those moments and laughs you and they will always look back on and remember. Moms are very special and they will always know that.



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sweetalyssum 47F

11/7/2005 10:09 pm

Caress and Mags...thank you both.

Life has so many nuances, facets, and glimmerings of another side that is not so tangible but as real as anything I can put my hands on.


redmustang91 57M  
8654 posts
11/8/2005 8:03 am

Kids are wonderful, keep us in touch with our inner child and the latest stuff sold to kids! I miss our 24 year old who is now out of the house. Enjoy the time together as it passes faster than you think.


gemini0157 59M  
6842 posts
11/8/2005 10:30 am

You're obvioulsy a cool Mom!...The fact that your 10'ish year old daughter will sit on the bed while you unpack... actually talk to you about her day, says a lot! This sort of interaction is rare but so important...There is always a line between child and parent but, It's always OK to cross it.


sweetalyssum 47F

11/8/2005 6:11 pm

Yes Red, I have been realizing it more and more lately and trying to balance between letting go and making sure that I am aware of those times that I must cherish. And boy do they let you know what the latest and greatest things are to buy.

Thanks Gem. Yes, crossing the line and then quickly getting back on the other side of it and saying, "because I'm the Mom and I said so!!!"


sweetalyssum 47F

11/8/2005 8:34 pm

Akadafa - I made a decision a long time ago not to let other women's fears and hang-ups about child rearing influence me. I come across that type all the time and they could suck the fun out of a clown.

And I don't mean the good kind of sucking, either.


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