My one-year-old daughter prefers eating shoes to wearing them. Except when it comes to this pair; she will wear them nearly all day. I’m sure the glitter has something to do with it.
Wordless Wednesday: Glamour Girl
Random Musings
The Grocery Store
Saturday morning, I readied the girls and headed to the grocery store. Of all of the errands I run, grocery shopping ties with getting gas as something I wish I could pay someone else to handle.
My regular store recently rearranged everything, and I have yet to get my bearings. Add to that the fact that I accidentally deleted my list, and grocery shopping temporarily clinches the No.1 spot on my list of least-favorite things to do.
My eldest, however loves it. So I try to keep a chipper attitude as we wander the aisles. I waited patiently as Mini Me studied the Pop-Tarts while Lil Ma tried to eat a raisins box (not to be confused with a box of raisins).
Even with a couple of back tracks, we made it through the store in about 20 minutes and found a cashier with no line.
Our cart wasn’t overflowing, but things never fit back into it once they’re bagged. I asked Mini Me to get another cart.
She looked concerned. “You mean I have to walk out the door and back in?”
I sighed. “Yes, but I can see you.” Mini didn’t look convinced.
“You can have mine.” A voice from behind me said. I turned and saw an older gentleman. He was medium build with dark brown skin and a gentle expression. Most of his face was covered by a trucker’s hat and those oversized frames that grandpas wear. He had about five items on the conveyor belt.
I thanked him and passed the cart to the bagger. When I turned back to the cashier to pay, he was holding out two one-dollar bills.
“Please give these to your girls,” he said. “They’re so precious, and they remind me of my own grandkids.”
He really made my day. I thanked him profusely before heading out the door.
That was the first time that I really understood the impact that a random act of kindness can have. I plan on paying it forward.
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Happy Birthday, Momma!
Sorry for the interruption in the five-minute face series, but I would get a Daniel Green house shoe upside the head if I did not acknowledge today’s holiday.
It’s my mom’s birthday!
I’ve always thought of Momma (her preferred spelling) as a force of nature. She’s deeply loving and equally no nonsense. Big M takes mess from no one. And while she’s never been a stranger to a good time, Momma kept her guard up around us. That’s how it should be, though. She’s our mom, not our friend.
This is Momma during her college years. Aside from handling business at the card table, I have no idea what’s going on. But I’ve always loved it. It shows her in a totally free moment, long before marriage and motherhood met her acquaintance.
There were times when I was growing up that I thought my mom didn’t understand me, but after I found this photo, I realized that wasn’t the case. The girl in this photo had a life. She had friends and fun. She made mistakes.
She was like me.
Happy Birthday, Momma! I love you.
A Look Back
A friend posted this vintage pic of me to Facebook last year.
There are more recent days that I can’t remember, but this moment is pretty clear. This was during my junior year of college. My sorority was hosting a fundraiser, and my BFF and I were co-chairs. The tuxedo shirt was the evening’s uniform. A Soror snapped this pic while we were setting up.
That event (DST King of Hearts Pageant) was the first event I’d ever planned. There were so many moving parts, and I was a bundle of nerves. One of the contestants was driving me batty, and I remember screaming at him at some point. There were a few other hiccups, but overall, the evening went well.
I didn’t appreciate this photo until I ran across it a couple of weeks ago. I make my living as a project manager and event planner, so this pic is a glimpse of how I started.
One thing I wish I had known then is that the unexpected will always happen, no matter how well you plan. What makes the difference is how you navigate the bumps along the way. Keep a cool head, a calm demeanor, and treat your team with respect.
Oh, and wear comfortable shoes. I had on heels that night. My feet were killing me by the time I got home.
Parents Say the Darnedest Things
Bill Cosby once had a show about the delightful things that children say. I never watched an episode, but I remember how much my dad loved it. I was a single girl focused on starting her career, and the thought of motherhood gave me the willies. The show had zero appeal.
Funny how things have changed. I’m now a mother of two energetic girls, and I’m exceedingly tickled by their interpretations of the world. Hubby and I were just laughing about how Mini Me once believed frogs rode schoolbuses thanks to a Leap Frog toy she had. Lil Ma hasn’t learned to talk yet, but her expressions say plenty.
“Is that poo on your hands?”
As comical as those moments can be, I sometimes find what I tell my children even more hilarious. Hubby and I have said things in the past eight years that I never thought would need to be said by anyone.
Here’s a sample from just this week:
“Don’t eat your shoes!“
“We kiss with our lips, not our teeth.”
“Is that poo on your hands?”
“Say goodnight to the beach ball.”
This just might be my favorite of all time:
“Please don’t step on Daddy’s man parts.”
What’s the funniest thing you’ve said to your children?
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