I have always taken great pride in the individuality of my children. I did not raise "Cookie Cutter" children. You know, the ones that look, act and sound identical. I think you have done a great job as a parent when you raise individual personalities. Don't get me wrong, my kids all have a common thread, or several threads running through them and if push came to shove, they would stand up for each other. They tell each other when they disagree, so don't think that there is not a limit to their loyalty. But, in the end, they always love each other.
As they have become adults, some are married and some have children. I now sit back with a glint in my eye as history begins repeating itself. I remember all too well, coming home from helping at my husband's office one day. It is not easy to find someone who can take on six young children. This particular day, my mother-in-law agreed to help out and watch the kids. She was in her 70's at the time. I walked in the door to wonderful smells of a fully cooked dinner. What a treat!
And then......my once beautiful children came to greet me. The two oldest were a little sheepish, as if they knew a thunderstorm was on the horizon. The baby, well, he was a baby and greets his mother like a baby. Then, my two golden haired little girls grudgingly entered the room. Mini-Me had chunks of hair missing and the Blonde no longer had bangs. Well, she had some stubble where her bangs used to be. And yes, I lost it!!! Only to be told by Doc's mother that the girls told her they wanted to give their Barbies a haircut. And she trusted them! And she gave them scissors! She did feel bad about it, and managed to tell me that she wasn't planning on telling me what happened until after dinner. She wanted me to have a nice dinner first. While that was very thoughtful, there was absolutely no way I was going to sit at the table and not notice my partially bald children!
History has begun to repeat itself. Our little angel "Mommy" has a little girl who is..... a bit of a tornado. She actually has been dubbed the Jonado. Do you remember the poem, "There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good and when she was bad she was horrid." That's her. But she has the most beautiful angelic face and spunky spirit!
So, I got two pictures from "Mommy". One was a large lock of curls and the other was of my granddaughter missing those curls. Of course I called my daughter immediately to see how she was and to make sure that my granddaughter had survived. I reminded her of her sisters and comforted her. "It really doesn't look that bad. You can cover it up. She isn't bald. She still has her bangs." When we hung up, "Mommy" was laughing, but Jonado was probably going to be in time out for another five years.
Doc came home, and I showed him the pictures. We chuckled, and he also got on the phone to speak to his daughter. His empathy turned into the sentence "You weren't supposed to be the one to get that kid." They say the mother's curse works. I think it missed the mark this time. Have a blessed week!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!