Well, this may sound a little crazy but I can remember years ago telling people I wanted two, four, six, eight, or ten children. There is some mom-sense in that statement. I was a middle child. I did not want one of my children to be a middle child. Good thinking right!? You would think so, but what I really left myself open to was the possibility of ending up with four middle children.
Meet "Mini-Me". There are times she could be my clone. She was at least as difficult as a teenager as I was, although she always had more confidence than me. She was my defiant and rebellious one. As the mother of a three year old, she is the beneficiary of the mother's curse. (I swear that I did not wish it upon her, it just happened.) She is blessed with my first granddaughter who I dubbed as "Max". On a daily basis I watch her struggle through many of the first time parent "things" I went through.
There are days when my head snaps around as I hear my words emerge from her mouth. Last week she went through the frustration of trying to get Max to take medicine. She lied through her teeth, just like I did when she told her it tasted like bubblegum. No it doesn’t! Pharmacists lie too or they have no idea what bubblegum really tastes like. After wearing the medicine that spewed out of Max's mouth, Mimi-Me resorted to pretending that she hadn't mixed it in her drink. (Pretending sounds less deceitful, doesn't it?) Finally, my own words haunted me as out of sheer desperation she told Max that she would have to go to the hospital if she did not take her medicine. I made almost the exact statement to my daughter many years before. Remember that your words are heard! We laughed when we realized what had happened (which means that they survive those moments). I can't wait to see what else I have done! Thanks Mini-Me!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!