So Mom…Did You Spoil Her Much?

posted by Momo Fali on August 10, 2008

My daughter just returned home from a three-day trip to my Mom’s house. I figured it would be good for my kid to have some time alone with her Grandma.

Grandma reported that her youngest grand-daughter was polite, helpful, and easy to get along with, and that they had a wonderful time together. In fact, it was so wonderful that my Mom said, “I asked her if she wanted to move in with me.”

I laughed, knowing full well that my daughter would have none of that. My Mom doesn’t own a Wii…or even a computer. The horrors.

I asked, “What did she say?”

Proud Grandma replied, “Well, she said she’d love to! But, I told her she would miss you guys too much. And, do you know what she said to that?”

“No,” I answered hesitantly. What?”

“She said that as long as she had a picture of you and could occasionally see you on weekends, she’d be just fine.”

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In All Seriousness

posted by Momo Fali on August 7, 2008

When I was my daughter’s age there were two things I wanted more than anything. A turtle and a paper route. What? A turtle seemed like a reasonable pet and a paper route seemed a decent way to earn enough money to play Pac-Man at the Pizza Pizza Restaurant up the street. You’ll never guess what kind of food they served.

My Mom wouldn’t let me have a turtle, but after many tears and tantrums, she caved into the paper route. It lasted about two months before I quit. But, I would have been so disappointed had I not had the experience.

My nine year old daughter has recently had her first run-in with real disappointment. A person we thought was very kind, has chosen to hurt someone we love dearly. I won’t get into the details, as juicy as they may be, because that is not the point. I will say there is hurt, there is back-stabbing, and there are attorneys.

But, the details don’t apply. My child was deceived, and that is all that matters.

This deception wasn’t by another child, but by an adult. Someone who made herself out to be sweet and caring. Someone who spoke to my daughter with affection and attentiveness. Someone who made herself out to be someone she obviously is not.

How do you explain that to a nine year old? How do you instill good morals when there are people in your life who have none? How do you teach your children to trust people, when those whom you’ve trusted are completely untrustworthy?

I really don’t know what to say to her. I don’t know how to explain that what she saw is not what she gets. That the person she thought she knew, was not that person at all.

My daughter doesn’t deserve that kind of disappointment. At an age when she’s still fascinated by rainbows, these are the true colors I’d rather she not see.

That’s Miss Gonnakickyousaurus To You, Bro

posted by Momo Fali on August 5, 2008

On school picture day in the fourth grade, I attempted to put my hair up in barrettes only to have one side that just wouldn’t lay flat. Thanks a lot cowlick. So I did what any, normal, nine year old would do. I grabbed the cow-licked hair and cut it off, leaving a two-inch long strip of hair sticking straight up. My Mom was thrilled.

My nine year old daughter has inherited a lovely tuft of hair in the very same spot and it gives her fits when she’s trying to put her hair up, just as mine did.

The other day she pulled it back into a ponytail and, as usual, the hair around the cowlick was a mess. Some laying flat, some sticking up, parts of bare scalp showing through.

We were in a hurry to run some errands and as she was climbing in the car she asked, “Does my hair look okay?”

I replied, “It’s fine”.

But, where I had remedied the situation, her brother ruined it when he looked at her and asked, “You mean your dinosaur head?”

Bosom Buddies

posted by Momo Fali on August 2, 2008

My very pregnant sister-in-law came over for a visit this evening and my son immediately took interest in her big belly.

He rubbed it, he informed her she was having a boy, and then he named that boy, Bubba.

After that he said, “Actually, you have three baby bumps”. And, then he touched her stomach and said, “One…”.

Anyone want to guess what he touched for two and three?