Overheard at my house
(Trying to get in touch with my inner fit and healthy self, I’m sipping tea and reading a yoga magazine. Nine-year-old E-Grrrl is looking at it over my shoulder.)
E-Grrrl, pointing to a photo of a woman wearing a strappy, yoga top: “That shirt is really pretty, but” she adds with a sigh “it’s not really appropriate for someone YOUR age.” Wistful pause. “I’ve always wondered what you looked like when you were young.”
Eleven-year-old Mr. A chimes in: “I’ve seen pictures of her when she was younger and let me tell you, she looked A LOT better then.”
I resist the urge to tell him it's no coincidence that I’ve been aging in dog years since he was born. Instead I get in touch with my inner child and give him a nice pinch. There now, I feel like my MUCH YOUNGER self.
February 6, 2007
Copyright 2007 Veronica McCabe Deschambault and V-Grrrl in the Middle. All rights reserved.
Reader Comments (22)
Oh, I got a package - woo hoo!
I do like the way the stripes make me look taller. :)
We can't exactly kick them out of the house yet, can we?
...nice redecorating...
As for the rotten, horrid children...feh. Stop feeding them. When they start begging and crying, remind them of this transgression. Then make them compose a 65-slide powerpoint and multimedia extravaganza--complete with music--entitled "My Spectacular and Glorious Mothergoddess."
That oughta do it.
:)
Now I can preoccupy myself imagining the soundtrack to my Mothergoddess celebration. Since I'm so OLD, a little Aretha belting out R-E-S-P-E-C-T might work for the opening.
Meanwhile, I can play a little music for the kiddos. Sheryl Crow's "You're My Favorite Mistake" comes to mind.
I'm so old that I wear reading glass OVER MY CONTACTS!
Tell your nephew that. (so there! LOL)