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Cadaverous Pallor · 05-04-2005, 08:05 PM

The name's Blue. Erica Blue.

Thanks for taking over, I haven't had very much time this week. Yes, she has my blessing. Now get writing! (That is, once you get back from Disneyland...mine may take a few days as well.

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wendybeth · 05-06-2005, 11:10 PM

Mother's Day

Last night, after a long and very trying day at work, I went to the store, came home and made dinner, and then collapsed in front of the computer.
Seconds later, my nine year old daughter came into the room. "Wanna go play?" No, honey- mommy's tired- just give me a few, okay? She disappears downstairs, and I fall back into the day's news. A short time later she is back upstairs, holding a large box and giggling. I ignore her, as I am immersed in the latest scandal from City Hall.

"Hey, Mom!"

I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. "Yes....?"

"Come here!" (Giggle).

Sigh. I reluctantly drag myself away from the computer and go into the dining room. She is standing there, looking kind of silly, really- wearing a tiara, her dance costume from last year, and sort of a Princess Leia meets Cindy Brady do that is probably going to be next years trend. She gestures to the box and says "Happy Mother's Day!" I can't help but laugh. Every year she gives me my presents early- she cannot keep a secret, ever. I begin to open the box, thinking I will encounter some homemade flowers, clay pot or the like. Instead, inside are two wrapped presents. I pick up one and unwrap it, and I discover a cd. "David Bonie, Mom! Just like you like!" I was amazed- we were recently at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and we had seen David Bowie's costumes in an exhibit. I'd told her how much I used to like him, and....well, she remembered.

I opened the next package- it was a book. "Peter and the Starcatchers", by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson. I'd read about it some time ago and commented on how I was looking forward to reading it. I gave the Girl a big, teary hug, and listened as her Grandma told me how she had selected these gifts all by herself. Part of me was amazed that she already knew me so well, and another part of me realised that this was yet another sign of her growing up.

I love my presents, but I really hope I wake up to a basket of homemade flowers on Mother's Day.

05-04-2005, 08:05 PM	#1
Cadaverous Pallor ohhhh baby Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Parental Bliss Posts: 12,364	The name's Blue. Erica Blue. Thanks for taking over, I haven't had very much time this week. Yes, she has my blessing. Now get writing! (That is, once you get back from Disneyland...mine may take a few days as well. ) __________________ The second star to the right shines in the night for you
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05-06-2005, 11:10 PM	#2
wendybeth Nevermind Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 7,847	Mother's Day Last night, after a long and very trying day at work, I went to the store, came home and made dinner, and then collapsed in front of the computer. Seconds later, my nine year old daughter came into the room. "Wanna go play?" No, honey- mommy's tired- just give me a few, okay? She disappears downstairs, and I fall back into the day's news. A short time later she is back upstairs, holding a large box and giggling. I ignore her, as I am immersed in the latest scandal from City Hall. "Hey, Mom!" I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. "Yes....?" "Come here!" (Giggle). Sigh. I reluctantly drag myself away from the computer and go into the dining room. She is standing there, looking kind of silly, really- wearing a tiara, her dance costume from last year, and sort of a Princess Leia meets Cindy Brady do that is probably going to be next years trend. She gestures to the box and says "Happy Mother's Day!" I can't help but laugh. Every year she gives me my presents early- she cannot keep a secret, ever. I begin to open the box, thinking I will encounter some homemade flowers, clay pot or the like. Instead, inside are two wrapped presents. I pick up one and unwrap it, and I discover a cd. "David Bonie, Mom! Just like you like!" I was amazed- we were recently at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and we had seen David Bowie's costumes in an exhibit. I'd told her how much I used to like him, and....well, she remembered. I opened the next package- it was a book. "Peter and the Starcatchers", by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson. I'd read about it some time ago and commented on how I was looking forward to reading it. I gave the Girl a big, teary hug, and listened as her Grandma told me how she had selected these gifts all by herself. Part of me was amazed that she already knew me so well, and another part of me realised that this was yet another sign of her growing up. I love my presents, but I really hope I wake up to a basket of homemade flowers on Mother's Day. __________________
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