Out of the mouths of babes

Lately, I have been worrying about my age and how I look; especially when in the company of others.  So, when dressing for my counseling appointment it seemed natural to put on a little makeup for the visit.  I choose eye makeup and lip gloss.  My youngest daughter has been driving me to appointments and errands because I could not drive because of some treatments  that I was undergoing.   So she picked me up for my appointment, to which I went to, before we picked up my g’daughter (short for grand daughter) Dai from pre-K.  We later picked Dai up from pre-K.

First, I will say that I have a very close relationship with Dai.  I see her often and we talk daily, and are always glad to see one another.  Anyway, as is usual, my reunion with Dai at school involved her catching sight of me and running to greet me with a big hug and an “I am so glad to see you g’Mom “(short for grand mother)  Then she takes my hand and introduces me to her teachers and all of her many friends who are told to “Say hi to my g’mom.” They say hi and we can go on our way.


After picking up Dai,  we were driving me back home and as is our habit, I sit in the back seat with Dai.  [As an aside, her parents or any of us who do so always laugh about driving Miss Daisy!] We were talking about her school day , which is alway “excellent,  Out of the blue, Dai turned to look at me curiously.  I knew she had something in mine, so I just waited her out. Finally, she  asked, ‘g’mom, what is that purple stuff along your eye lashes?  I was surprised that she even noticed. I told her it was eye makeup that women sometime use to look pretty.  She shook her head seriously and said “G’mom you shouldn’t use eye makeup because you are pretty like me and you don’t need makeup to be pretty. The only makeup that I will use is lipgloss.” As I was hugging her and saying thank you, I was thinking, ”out of the month of babes.” 

Thought of the Day

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For me, today is a day of celebration for more than one reason.  Thirty-five years ago today,  I was eighteen years old and newly married, a whole other story that must wait for another day and time. On April 19, 1977, I became a mother to a beautiful, bouncing baby boy. On that day, I began what I have come to consider is the most challenging and difficult job in the world-motherhood  At such a young age, I was ill-prepared for the job, but I’ve come to learn that motherhood, at any age, is a daunting gift that is not for the timid.   I am grateful for both blessings that I received on that day – my son and the gift of motherhood.  Happy birthday dear Son.  I am blessed to be your Mother. 
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Thought for the day

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For months now, I’ve been undergoing some medical treatment during which driving is a contra-indication.   At first, I thought “no big deal” and I relished the idea of being chauffeured about like I was Miss Daisy, but that feeling has long sense passed.  That feeling is long since gone.  I now realize that it’s true that we don’t appreciate what we have until it’s gone.  I’ve come to realize that along with my ability to drive, went my freedom to do what I want, when I chose to do it, for as long as I chose, without catering to anyone else’s needs.  I can’t wait to get those things back. When I do, I won’t be taking them for granted.
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