As a mother I am savouring every sweet innocent trusting moment I have with my daughters. And with 2 of them so young these moments are plentiful. Their conversations and gestures would soften the hardest of hearts and their devilish mischief endears me more and has my heart at bursting point 24/7 with love. With each day there are more new experiences and trials that come with the job description of being a parent. When I started blogging I did it with the intention of having my own personal stamp on it; in other words I didn't want to become just a 'mommy blogger' - not that there is anything wrong with that, its just the angle I wanted to use when blogging. I am proud of my kids just like every other parent in the world - I think they are wonderful but its a case of 'you re a good act but you're on too long' when any parent consistently talks about nothing else but their children. But I just have to impart this little story that happened yesterday with my eldest daughter.
When I came home from work there was a shortage of milk in the house. So I decided to take Luci S, My eldest daughter to the local shop. This was one of the few times she has been without her stroller as I live in the city centre there are so many busy main roads its not worth taking the chance with an enthusiastic toddler. But I figured with a vice like grip she should be at the stage where shes got to start learning to walk at a normal pace (and not be like a dog let off a leash LOL) and also adhere to basic pedestrian rules etc. She was exceptionally good holding onto my hand just as hard as I was holding onto hers and didn't try to pull away and escape. She smiled and said hello to every person who passed our way and she seemed to have the power to disintegrate the most stoic looking business men's faces into beaming smiles back. There was a minor fracas in the shop when she seen Barbie Mini eggs but on the whole the outing went without a glitch.
Just before we got to our house a neighbour from our block who I dont see too often was walking towards us. She stopped and commented on how bonny Luci was getting. Now the woman, has what I would put it, a shane mc gowan smile . Her teeth are in alarming disarray. Then Luci S pipes up 'What happened to your teef'?? Frozen in shock it was one of those 'quick jude think on your feet'moments. I quickly told her it was not a nice thing to say and that the tooth fairy was coming to the ladys house that night. Then the neighbour Jumped in to state that she fell and they broke. Her next sentence made me want to sprint to our front door with embarrassment. 'have you a big pillow'?? It was almost like the kid understood the multitude of teeth this woman had to put under her pillow and she had quickly calculated that they would need some serious amount of goosefeather to cover such a money making commodity. 'I better get home, the little one will go mad with envy when she finds out I brought her sister out without her too' I said meekly. Im sure there will be plenty more incidences when my children will commit stellar faux pas I just hope I will be quicker to steer them away from making them more prolonged..