Oh, Mother!

 

I think we all know mothers are strong, wise and beautiful women. The moms in my family were no exception.

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Three lovely ladies in hats: my mother, great-grandmother, and gram.

I bet you also realize moms have little time on their hands most days. Which is why I’m posting a short-n-sweet rerun about motherhood, so we can all kick back and savor our breakfast in bed Sunday morning.

I wish all of you moms out there lots of love, laughter, chocolate, and a moment of peace and quiet. You deserve it. Happy Mother’s Day!

My Dear, Sweet, Slightly  Manipulative Daughter

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My daughter is only seven years old, but don’t let her age fool you. When Little Miss J wants something, she doesn’t simply tell you, that would be too easy.

Always a clever girl, she makes little homemade cards to communicate. First, she lures the reader in with her sweet drawings, then goes in for the kill with a well-timed zinger. Over the holidays, she handed me a card and I couldn’t help but laugh. And feel a little afraid. It read:

Dear Mommy,

I hope you have a Merry Christmas! [drawing of Christmas tree]

and get me lots of toys! PLEASE! [drawing of gifts]

and I love you! [drawing of big red heart]

[back of card] and I am standing here watching you read this card 

Love, J

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As I lowered the card, she was right there. Standing. And watching. I get shivers just remembering the intense look in her eyes. She is ruthless.

Her eyes sear a hole in my soul.
Her gaze has the power to burn a hole in my soul.

Today she made me yet another “greeting” card. I had been scolding her all week for not putting her trash in the trash can. Instead she was hiding it all over the house, cramming cheese stick wrappers in my slippers, sliding banana peels under the couch cushions, etc.

I said to her for the millionth time, “You need to put the trash in the trash, okay?”

Clearly fed up with me, she frowned and put her finger to her lips, deep in thought. Then she ran off to get her markers.

Five minutes later she handed me a card:

AWWWW!!!!
AWWWW!!!! Well isn’t this the SWEETEST?
Oh, it's a sweet picture of her and a rainbow!!! My heart might burst!!
Oh, it’s an adorable picture of her and a rainbow!!! My heart might burst!!

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The best part? When she got home from school today and I asked her to turn off the TV, she said, “Where’s that card I made you this morning?”

I have no idea where she gets this behavior.

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28 thoughts on “Oh, Mother!

  1. You look a lot like your beautiful mom. And since we all turn into our moms eventually, Julia will turn into you someday. Then you will have your revenge! Er, I mean then she will have her reward. Yeah, that’s what I meant.

    Happy Mother’s Day, Darla!!!

  2. Dear Mom of a daughter. I wish I could send you a card for your daughter:
    Little girl standing in front of a grown up woman, asking the adult:
    “What does it feel like to have the best daughter in the world?”
    Adult:
    “I don’t know maybe you should ask your grandmother!”

  3. Peg is right. The thread that runs from your mother to your daughter is so obvious. You all look like variations on the same theme.

    Not to get all dark and whatnot, but my mother was a bit of a doormat who was pushed around by my dad. Not physically. That never went on. But she had no say in anything. The silver lining? It made me a better husband/father.

    1. Funny, I was just talking about that with my husband. How because of our difficult upbringings, it helped us become good parents. My mom, as much as I love her, was pretty harsh in general. She had a lot going on, fighting her own demons, I see that now. But yeah. I feel ya.

  4. I think you could re-use this card in a situation when your daughter, say, when do not want to allow her to watch TV all day. Just put a dot between “No” and “mom”.

  5. Apple, meet tree. Try not to stray too far from the trunk, eh?

    Your daughter is super-cute, and I think you are going to be one busy-busy mom as she grows up. But would you really have it any other way?

    1. I have to say I love every minute. But still, I dread the teen years. Actually, I’m more like petrified of them. My son is almost 14 and so far it’s been a breeze. But my daughter? Sigh. You have daughters too, right?

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