Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Mommy..exactly when did you go to Doctor College?

I am going to tell you a long hidden secret....I am a know it all. Yes, I know you can't tell from my blog but I am a smarty pants know it all. So are my beautiful, strong, outspoken daughters. Older people frequently say that your children are payback for what you did to your own parents. Well, in many areas of their behavior, I would have to say I got mixed up with someone else. I should have the polite, well mannered, not farting and burping, not swearing, lying, manipulating kids. But God gave the opposite to me...... Then they use their mouth. They say something really funny, snarky, biting or generally smart pants like and I realize this is totally payback for the way I was with my parents!

So sometimes I daydream about what will be exacted on my daughters by their children...I smile and laugh aloud, then I decide....they don't need this crap! No one does!

One of my daughters is very insecure and needy. She always needs you to stroke her ego. It is a full time job to make her feel loved. I think I do a terrible job with it. She frustrates me beyond belief at how high maintenance she is. I love her, I do things all day everyday to show her I love her and yet it is never enough. She is a black hole that sucks everything around her into the whirling chaos of her mind.

She used to be a puker. She would puke to gain sympathy. It didn't work for very long, so then she faked illness. Headaches, tummy aches, toe aches, thigh pain. You name it she faked it. Then this summer she has taken a drastic turn to real injuries. She got cellulitis from a bug bite. She was put on an antibiotic and told not to scratch again. A week later she "fell" and came home from camp all scraped up. A week later she sat in front of me and scratched her leg so badly that she once again landed at the doctor's with cellulitis. Then last week she came home limping AGAIN.

I looked at her ankle. There was no laceration, no bruising, no swelling, nothing. Yet her limp persisted. Sometimes she is so committed to her story that she begins to make me doubt myself. Yes, she is that gooooood! I hugged her and told her she was ok but if it really hurt, to put ice on it and put it up on the couch. She was happy with that for ten minutes until she was bored. She complained again and I reassured her that she was ok. Then she said it.....

" Mommy, ummmmmm, exactly when did you go to Doctor College?"

Now, I know you are all going to sit in judgement of me. This isn't exactly the most therapeutic conversation to ever go down....But at that moment, after HOURS of hearing this same junk about the ankle...

"um and where did you get yours , Ms Smarty pants?"

She rolled her eyes and I went on to say other useless stuff....Neither her or I could remember if we tried.

I am not sure what upset me more was her smart mouth OR how unbelievably clever that was. The fact that she came up with that so fast is actually amazing...I couldn't come up with a response...all I had was "nanny nanny boo boo"

I am afraid for the future...She will be merciless and I will have to be on my toes....
Matt and I never wanted "dumb" kids but now I am not sure I really want smart ones

Be Well....

Monday, July 20, 2009

Baby, My Baby!

My sister is pregnant. Around 30 weeks. It is a very exciting time for our family. We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our new little munchkin. I am so happy for her and my brother in law. They are going to be great parents. This child is coming into a wonderful family with lots of extended family to spoil him.

My sister was over at our house on Saturday night. We had girl time. It was nice to have her all to myself. Which is a rarity. I have my own family and obligations, as she does. I was always her little mother hen growing up. She slept in my bed with me, played dolls with me and I even stayed home with her when she was sick. As much as I thought I hated it...I have to admit I loved that she depended on me so greatly. Secretly I may even wish she still needed me.

AND that has absolutely nothing to do with what this post is about! lol

I got to touch my sister's lovely mama belly. I felt the baby move and react to us. It was so amazing. I cried. She also had a 4D US done and we watched the DVD. It was so wonderful to see him. We can already make out whose lips he has and who his chin resembles. Simply wonderous. Magnificent and truly a gift. I am really so thrilled for my baby sister.

When we were discussing who the baby looked like, I thought his nose was like my daughters. Which is funny considering they have no biological connection. So later that night I couldn't go to sleep thinking about my own children. They are so much like us and have actually become so much like us that they have begun to take on a physical resemblance to us. Which is neat. Obviously there are definite differences, I am not naive or living in dreamland.

My older daughter has black hair, brown eyes and olive skin, like my husband. My younger daughter has light/medium brown hair, blue eyes and very fair skinned, like me. My older daughter has a round face, like me. My younger daughter has my husbands toes. Both girls have a button nose like me. My older daughter is hirsute like me and the young one has less hair like my husband. It is amazing to me that God gave me two children that have so many similarities to us.

Perhaps in my mind, I know they are my children so I assume they look like me. They have taken on many of our mannerisms, our likes and dislikes. We laugh at similar things and we are moved to tears by the same things.

Adoption of older children, should not work.. too much baggage...too much pain...too much trauma....too much time apart. But amazingly enough....It can work...It can create that miracle of a forever family.

I probably rambled and made little sense. But today...I had to remember the good. Enjoy the good....embrace the good and radically accept it all.

Be Well....