So the oldest was giving me a fit before bedtime. He usually doesn't. He was quite defiant. At one point, he gave me a twisted up face that under normal circumstances I would have laughed at. I had to keep my straight face and feign a stern and unyeilding persona. So I did. The face got uglier and he was really trying me. I snapped. I said to him, "Are you mocking me?" to which he said, "I am NOT mocking IT! I am NOT mocking IT!" and I'm thinking, (HUH? Mocking it?) then he quickly and quietly said, "Mom, what does mock mean?" and I tried not to smile. "Make fun of" I said, "Are you making fun of me?" and he said that he wasn't. Not two seconds later he said, "Mom what's a beauty mock?" I couldn't hold it in. I was doing so well, being so uncompromising, making him tow the line without breaking a sweat or a letting out my giggles. ---I began laughing uncontrollably. He kept saying it over and over and over because he loved that I was laughing but he didn't get it, he had no idea why I was laughing and really, neither did I! I think it was just the innocence of a child and hearing his little voice ask me what a beauty mock was. Of course, what he really meant was, 'beauty mark' and further he really meant, birth mark. He later told me it was his plan to tickle my funny bone. :) Love that.
I love kids. I just flat out love them. Can we bottle it all up? No. I think I've asked this question before. Now THAT would be an invention, wouldn't it?
A Mom, A Wife, and a Writer. That is me.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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