Day Sixty - One

So I have a fabulous mom and I am blessed with a great relationship with her. She and I get along terrifically and she has supported me through everything and in everything!

Now that we've established that I love my mom and she loves me...she can also make me crazy. Most especially in a particular fashion. Anytime that I try to complain about my children (which of course never happens as they are both pieces of perfection pie), she smiles knowingly, laughs, and begins to recount the multiple times I did the same or worse. She enjoys this more than chocolate and Doris Day films. In other words, she enjoys it a little too much.

I mean, come on!

I was a joy to raise. I never sassed or made a mess. Heck, I'm the perfection pie of which my children are a piece. Not believing it? Alright, I don't even believe it!

So, no, I was not an angel dropped to Earth and seemingly I am now living under the mother's curse. You know the one that all mother's yell at one point or another -- "I hope you have a little girl (or boy) just like you!"

The truth is, however, that she sees that as both a blessing and a curse. And I'm sure I will, too. Later. But now, I want her to stop laughing.

So until that happens, I am saving stories for the time my daughter comes whining to me about the "most stubborn child ever born on God's green Earth". And boy, am I going to laugh. Maybe, I'll call my mom then and we can laugh together!