How about an oldie but a goodie?
Motherhood had has given me a great deal of poise. Nothing can happen to me in public that something worse hasn't happened to me at home--- although I did get a little uneasy several years ago when we were in Safeway and my eldest questioned me about exactly how the sperm got to the egg.
When my eldest was an "only," I scrubbed his sneakers daily before he went to pre-school. My second and third, just nineteen months apart in age, were lucky if we could even find their sneakers.
My mother and I are at different stages in our lives. She stops at an exclusive dress shop in Salado on her way to Dallas..I stop in Abbot and buy turkey wings.
When I was a kid, my other used to drag me around from store to store and I hated it. Now my nine-year old Daughter drags me around from store to store and I still hate it. I think shopping slips a generation.
My teenager is growing up. With a patronizing smile he now passes all the cereal premiums on to his younger siblings (except the really good ones, of course.)
I think my middle child has lost a pen pal. His letter containing "Garbage Pail" cards crossed his Polish pen pal's letter containing pictures of local saints.
Sometimes I get so disheartened:
We bought a VCR so the kids wouldn't fight over television programs-- so now, they're fighting over VCR tapes.
My husband gave me a lovely Valentine's bouquet and the cat ate it the next day.
I overheard my teenager warning his sixth-grade brother to learn to fight so he'll be able to survive junior high next year.
On the other hand, my teenager seems to be turning into a safe, careful driver despite my worst worries.
My daughter and I carried a styrofoam Saturn to school without losing a single ring, and my younger son told his class that the people he admires most are his family because, "When they try, they keep on trying."
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