 Donna
Gets it Right ----
11 - 18 - 05
Marsha, Marsha,
Marsha......
Today I’ll be discussing my
children. I have 3; Olivia, Hannah,
and Alex.
Olivia is my teenager, albeit a recent
one (13 in September), but a teenager
nonetheless. I suppose she’s
right on track. She’s slowly
knocking me off my “Mommy” pedestal.
I thought I remembered being on one,
but not anymore. My stock is definitely
falling. A kiss from across the room
or yelling up the stairs “Bye
Mom!” is what she’s about
now. She used to be so sweet and endearing.
What happened?
Oh yeah, she’s
a teenager.
Alex is my 4 year old son.
And well, he’s about as sweet
and endearing as a pit viper. Ok, not
a pit viper, how about a tarantula?
He gives me drive-by hugs and when
I do manage to catch him and kiss him
he wipes his little mitts across his
face and says, “Mommy, I wiped
off your kisses!” Then he runs
away laughing hysterically.
I got stretch
marks for this?
And then there’s
Hannah, who is 9. She’s the dreaded “middle
child.” She is the Jan Brady
of our household, and her two favorite
words are “NO FAIR!” I’m
the elder of two children, so I have
no idea what it’s like to be
in the middle. Apparently there’s
a lot of unfairness in the middle.
It seems to be not enough attention
for doing something well, and too much
attention for doing something wrong.
I spend a lot of time making sure
I know the “who, what, when, where
and why” of my oldest blonde
haired, blue eyed daughter. And I guess
a good part of the rest of my time
is spent making sure Alex doesn’t
tear down the house. Poor Hannah is
left somewhere in the “middle.”
I
have to say though, that Hannah is
my sweetest, most loving and caring
child. My Mother lives with us, and
when she has called in sick at work,
Hannah has begged and pleaded to stay
home so she can take care of her. “Who’s
gonna take care of her?” She
asks me in her whiniest voice. This
is just how Hannah is. She’s
not trying to get out of school, she
wants to make sure her Nana is ok.
She wants to fix her lunch, rub her
feet, and give her cool wash clothes
and be, basically, a “mother
hen.” I hope this is a trait
Hannah does not lose.
I love that Hannah
still wants to sit in my lap and cuddle
too. I still need hugs and kisses and
cuddling. She’s always ready,
willing, and able to do all three.
And it’s not just about me. SHE
still seems to needs them too. She
still wants to be tucked in at night,
I have to tell her a story before she
goes to bed, and then she needs a thousand
and one kisses before I shut her door.
Olivia
takes care of herself when it comes
to bedtime. She will come kiss me goodnight,
but it has to be in her time.
And Alex,
well, how do you tuck in a tarantula?
It’s hard enough
just getting him to stay in bed. He’s
quite the night-owl.
I’m glad
that I have 3 children that are different
from each other. It makes them a challenge,
but a lot of fun too. I know all their
little peccadilloes and idiosyncrasies
and I’ve got all their numbers.
Trouble is, they all have mine too.
Until Next Time……..
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