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Its More Important to Paint Your Daughter’s Toenails than Clean Your House

The house I grew up in looked like it was ready to be photographed for a catalog at all times.  It wasn’t that we had a lot of money, my mom and dad just had a great eye for design and  they could DIY anything before DIY was cool!

A scenario that best describes the environment I was accustomed to goes something like this: I brought a group of friends home from college my freshmen year.  Within two steps of entering the door, a guy friend half-serious says, “are we allowed to use the toilets?”

Another time, my parents offered to babysit for a family friend and pile all five of us kids into the friends’ house so the other parents could go out.  While they babysat, they decided to take the time to reorganize the other family’s furniture!  When the couple returned they were obviously surprised to find their house looking completely different, but kept the upgrade.

What’s my point?

My point is I was shocked when my always-perfect-mom advised me, “enjoy your kids and don’t worry about cleaning your house!”  at my second baby shower.

“Who are you and what have you done with my mother?” I blurted out!

I believe in keeping an orderly home, but it was very liberating to know that if my mom could’ve gone back for a do-over she would have spent more time enjoying us, her kids, and less time keeping a picture of perfection.

Even though my mom eventually gave me the sage wisdom that my kids are more important than a spotless house, she didn’t give up on perfection completely.  She always believed in a perfect pedicure.   As she spent the last eight months in and out of the cancer center and homebound, she always checked to see if my toes were painted.  She checked to see if the paint was chipped and whether the nail bed was nicely filled.  I became her personal pedicurist when she was too sick to trust nail salons.

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Paint your daughter’s toenails!   I’m sure the time you spend will be a treasured memory…one day she may paint yours too!

 

Stomach virus update: DON’T LICK THE GERMS!

Well my plan worked, sort of. 

The only problem was that the baby got excited about my daughter’s cup of Gatorade (a rarity in our house) and she decided to lick the germs of my daughter’s cup when we weren’t looking.  So she had a little tummy-ache a few days later.  But no one else got sick.  She was fine within 12 hours.

I guess I should have included this to the list of what to do or not do for a stomach virus:

DO NOT LICK THE GERMS OF THE SICK PERSON’S CUP.

 

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You’re welcome!

Becoming the Glue

I am responding to the Five Minute Friday Prompt: Glue

I have admired my Nonnie and my mom all my life.  They have been the family glue.  My mom died of cancer just 2 years ago at the young age of 56 and my grandmother is quite a bit older than that.

So here I am becoming the glue.  I told my mom on her death bed that I thought our family would be okay after she was gone and she nodded and said, “I know.”  I meant it as an encouragement to her that she had done a wonderfully thorough job preparing my siblings and me for what would come in the future and she had built something sticky enough to last beyond her last breath.  I really meant it.

But I didn’t really anticipate that being the oldest daughter with three children of my own would  push me to become the glue in my family.  I am honored to play this new role, but I also resist it.  Aren’t matriarchs older than this?  I wish my mom could still be the glue. But since she can’t I am going to try to be as sticky as I can.

 

5 minutes.

http://lisajobaker.com/2014/04/five-minute-friday-glue/