Sunday, March 30, 2014

Pick Your Battles by Angela Rose

My kids will attest that I don't have a serious bone in my body.  Well, except when you mess with my coffee!

The oldest of my eight kids, Jenna is now 28 years old and she tagged me in a Facebook post recently posing a question.  She wanted me to share a memory.  I replied in the comments section. "Oh, Jenna honey...are you really sure you want to ask me this?" Her response was a simple "SMH".

Now I could have told the story about her birth, but I shared that with you guys already in "Young Mothers Don't Always Know Best." If you'll recall...it was a fiasco, though a beautiful, unforgettable moment.  So this time, I went for a memory that scarred me for life. So without further adieu, here was my response.


     
  Once upon a time there was a little girl with curly, honey-colored hair named Jenna. She was her mommy’s pride and joy.  The mommy would dress Jenna in frilly clothes, big bows and braid her hair. The mommy loved to drive everywhere with her 2 year old baby girl. They would drive from Dayton into Biddeford to do their errands.  On their trip the mommy would love to listen to the little girl’s thoughts, and her mom would smile at how smart and beautiful she was.   

      However, on this one particular day when they were sitting at a traffic light…it became very quiet, but before the mommy could look to see if her little girl had nodded off to sleep she saw the couple in the lane next to them giggling and looking at her car.  That’s when the mommy looked in the rearview mirror and saw her beautiful, honey-colored cherub with a finger shoved halfway up her nose.  The mommy was mortified, because her little baby girl had never done anything like this. 

So the mommy panicked to see her little angel doing something so grotesque and freaked out. 
“Jenna! Don’t pick your nose! That’s....that’s not nice!”   

      The little girl really didn’t react much to her mother’s concern(that hasn’t changed in 26 
years)and the little girl gave an annoyed reply, “Don’t worry Momma…I not gonna eat it!”   

     The mommy was digging(no pun intended) out a baby wipe as she said, “Well, I suppose that’s a
good thing and I should be somewhat relieved. Let’s wash your hands, okay…..and maybe not do
that ever, ever again.”   

      Then the little curly-haired toddler said, “Okay, Mommy.” Then the little girl went back to 
talking about Freddy Kruger, because she’s odd like that!

One of my favorite things to write are journals, so I will not forget those special moments or words that my children utter at any age. Sometimes they make me tear up with pride, other times they make me cry with laughter. Either way, I will never regret jotting them down so I can relive them over and over again. 




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