My husband and I were talking about what a hard time he’s going to have when our daughter gets older, and boys start paying her attention. To put it mildly, her Daddy won’t come off as kind and gentle to her suitors.
I relayed this information to my nine year old daughter and said, “I feel sorry for the guys you’re going to have in your life. It won’t be easy for them, or for you.”
To which she replied, “It’s really okay, Mom. I’m not worried about it…I plan on being a widow.”
As practicing Catholics, it is customary for our family to genuflect when entering, and when leaving our pew at church. This means we bend the left knee and touch our right knee to the floor in the direction of the tabernacle.
This morning when Mass ended, I told my daughter she could go say hello to a friend as I stayed behind to talk to someone. I thought my son had followed his sister.
I soon learned otherwise, when I finished my conversation and turned to see my boy attempting to start a parish-based aerobics class. He was genuflecting at each and every pew on the way to the door.
For a split second I considered whether or not I should claim he was mine, when the woman in front of me turned to her husband and said, “Look at that kid doing lunges.”
Day before yesterday, I headed out to Home Depot to purchase some new blinds. In the pocket of my jacket, I had two Home Depot gift cards.
After talking to the salesman, I realized I had made some incorrect window measurements. Seeing as how once they cut them, you own them, I didn’t want to purchase the blinds until I was positive about the mounting width.
Yesterday I went back with the corrections, but I was wearing a different jacket.
When I went to pay, I instantly let the cashier know that I’m a Mom. Because, instead of finding the gift cards in my pocket, I pulled out a used tissue, Thomas the Tank sunglasses, and a toy figure of Leo from The Little Einsteins.
I picked up my son from school yesterday, gave him a hug and a kiss, then said, “I really missed you.”
He hugged me back, and said, “Aw, thanks. I really missed Daddy.”