I was reading a new blog I found the other day, the Un-Mom, and had to laugh. She really reminds me of myself when my kids were younger. Nothing makes me feel so many mixed emotions as being a mom does. It’s the hardest but also most rewarding thing I have ever done but also sometimes the most thankless job you’ll ever have. And it’s a job that’s never done. I wonder sometimes… “When do you stop worrying about your kids”? Answer: NEVER
I kid sometimes and say that I will always be my Daddy’s little girl. I kind of always prided myself in the fact that I looked like my daddy.
There was a little country store where we grew up and the owner there used to always tease me about how much I looked like him. My dad’s nick name is Pete. Whenever we’d go in that store she’d say “Here come Pete and Re-Pete”. I saw a store (or maybe it was a bar) that made me smile remembering that since my name is Peg and after a bad bicycle wreck got the nickname Peg-leg. Here’s the sign:
I tell MY girls all the time that THEY will always be their daddy’s little girls. It’s the truth. I don’t care how old you are, you are ALWAYS your daddy’s little girl. They never seem to think you are grown. When we were walking by all these shops yesterday I saw a onesie in the window of one of the shops that we definitely should have had when our girls were babies.That should be a pre-requisite for all baby girls to own.
It was funny because before we had our first child (we have THREE girls) my husband always said he wanted a boy. Every doctor’s visit he was always saying he thought “it” was a boy. Of course we are old enough that back then it wasn’t “routine” to find out the sex of your baby beforehand. It was a fairly new thing and I never wanted to know ahead of time. I always liked the mystique of finding out at the birth. Even while I was giving birth, my husband was sitting there when just her head was out going “It’s gotta be a boy! It looks just like me!” The doctor was like “Uh…. Little girls can look like their daddies too!” And they do. The middle one looks more like me but the oldest and youngest look more like him. I told him it wasn’t fair that I do all the work and he gets all the glory!
I remember many times as a new mom feeling almost overwhelmed. I never really had any “help” when our kids were born. When our older two were born we lived in New Orleans and we didn’t really have any family close by so it was pretty much just us. I think there were many days that Hubby would come home to find me sitting in the middle of the floor crying.
Once because I thought I’d killed the cat. I was hysterical when he came home. I had been rocking her fairly fast trying to get her to stop crying and the cat (who I guess was also freaked out by the non stop crying) ran behind the rocker and I rocked over her or her tail or something. I just remember her yelping and limping off but then I couldn’t find her. And #1 wouldn’t quit crying so I couldn’t put her down to try to find the cat, and I hadn’t eaten all day and I hadn’t had a shower. I was holding her and trying to look under the furniture and finally I was so tired and exhausted and overwhelmed I just sat there in the middle of the floor holding her and crying and that was where Hubby found me when he came home from work.