Celebrating Mother’s Day
It’s Mother’s Day. Mom made us promise to cook a healthy breakfast for her because she’s on a diet. No sprinkles on pancakes or doughnuts from Claire’s Bakery. I can’t wait until Father’s Day because Dad can’t get enough of Claire’s German chocolate doughnuts. Yum!
I gave Mom a card with a picture of us at my Spring ballet recital on front. She smiles extra big when I make the DigiCards for her. She says she saves all of them, so I get a kick out of giving them to her. With the card, California-skinny omelet, and flowers, I think we did a good job celebrating Mom today.
I wonder what kind of mother I’ll be when I grow up.
When I’m a Mom, I’ll Never
When I’m a mom, I’ll never ever ever . . .
1. Tell my kid when to go to bed. Since I’m almost 12 years old now, I should stay up until I’m astro tired.
2. Tell my kid what to wear to school. I’m so tired of wearing Jackie’s hand-me-downs and being told that my jeans are getting too tight. I like them that way because I like cloth close to my skin like ballet leotards. Mom just doesn’t get that.
3. Tell my kid not to play with frogs or lizards or creepy animals. Every animal deserves a chance to be a pet, no matter how ugly it is. Well, the neighbor’s ugly yappy dog might be an exception. That little thing barks like a hyena. Maybe a hyena will eat it.
4. Restrict the size of a sandcastle that my kid can build. I believe in condo castles and castle villages and castle countries.
5. Ask someone to swear on my grave. Even if I know what my kid is going when I’m dead, what am I going to do about it?
6. Not allow sprinkles on asparagus. I think the only way to eat asparagus is with sufficient sprinkles for crunchiness and tastiness. Otherwise, its just another veggie I’m supposed to eat before dessert.
7. Make my kid hide psychic impressions. Mom doesn’t let me tell anyone other than her and my tDiary about the future visions I see. Like, if I had told Mr. Wheeler that I knew he was going to mow over a hornet’s nest, maybe that would have prevented him from getting stung like astro crazy. Mom says no one will understand–except her–and that some things are better left untold. So we keep secrets. Maybe by the time I’m a mom, the world will understand past-present-future timings to a point that I’ll be normal. Not shamed or studied. Until then, I’ll trust Mom. I know she loves me and wants to protect me. She’s a great mom, even though she makes me east asparagus without sprinkles and wear Jackie’s hand-me-downs.
It will be a long time before I’m a mom. Until then, I’ll be the best daughter I can be.
That’s my blog, and I’m sticking with it.
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