"Mornin' sunshine! " That's how I was greeted this morning, by Emily - who at age 8 still wakes up with that attitude. Better this attitude, then the 'tude I am in for when she hits puberty. I am not a morning person. I am not a chipper person. I don't do chipper. In fact, on the way to school(s), my children determined the following:
Emily: "Mommy, you're not a morning person, are you?"
Rachel: "Daddy's a morning person"
Me: "well bully for dad"
Emily: "Mommy, you're not an evening person either, are you?"
Rachel: "Daddy's a even person, right?"
Me: "well bully for dad" (slurp of of morning manna - coffee)
Emiily: "Okay, mommy - you're a mid afternoon person, then "
Me: (something not so nice muttered under my breath....) "Yes girls, I am a mid- afternoon
person and dad is an all the time person."
Them: "Go daddy, Go daddy"
Me: "uh-huh, go daddy go"
No really - I thank God I have kids or I would probably never even be a mid-afternoon person.
There would be no need to ever have to be 'on' and I could just be a person person.
And while I am thanking God, let me also thank:
My parents as I blame or credit them with my otherwise shiny disposition....
My Hubby for being an 'even' person who takes me for what I am....morning, noon and night.
The Dannon people who make Activia, the yogurt that helps you poop. I mean, if you have to eat that crap, make it taste decent and have it do something more noticeable than living to be 115 in Russia (remember those commercials?) This shit works, literally and figuratively.
The marketing brilliance of the folks that pack 8 hot dog buns in a package and 7 hot dogs in a package. Otherwise, I would have no leftover bread to feed the ducks with.
The people at Webkinz...this is a great kids toy/web virtual world that actually is teaching kids about responsibility, managing time and money, and taking care of 'kidz'. And- giving parents something meaningful to take away if punishment is warranted.
Other people's kids - for making me realize how truly special my gorgeous girls are.
Another actual car ride conversation:
Rachel: "Mommy , do you wish Poppy wasn't dead?"
Me: "Yes, dolly, I really do."
Rachel: "Mommy, look at that tree. If I could climb that tree to the tippety top, I could touch
the clouds and go up to heaven and say hi to Poppy for you"
Me: "I wish you could do that angel, I really do."
Rachel: "Mommy, is Poppy love the same as Mommy love?"
Me: (sniff, snorfle) "Yes, baby...it is the same"
Rachel: "I am glad I have puppy love"
-reach for that tissue now, folks - go ahead, it's okay.
(An aside: I have been asked numerous times what love is, and in trying to explain it I came up with the following - Mommy's love is special love.. Mommy's want their childrens' bodies to be safe, their brains to be stimulated, their tummy's to be full, their hearts to be happy...and children make their mommy's smile! Rachel can recite this 'pearl of wisdom')