ONE HUNDRED SIXTY THREE…mommy, help me out

“Mommy, help me out” is a new phrase Cecilia has been throwing at me lately.


blog 163 f2 (1 of 1).jpgAbby has been bugging Greg and I for years (yes I said YEARS)  about getting her ears pierced. Every time she asked, I answered her with the same, “When you get your ears pierced, you have to be RESPONSIBLE and take care of them, clean them and not loose them cause they are very small. Didn’t I see (such and such) toy or piece of clothing on the floor this morning?”

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So about 3 months ago, I made a “school-related” deal with her and told her if she would make a goal of

  1. doing her Grammer every week day for the next 3 months
  2. without whining or complaining (I had to throw that in)
  3. she would be finished with her 3rd grade year, then I would take her to get her ears pierced.

On Friday she completed her last assignment and rewrite. I took her that afternoon to get her ears pierced.

It is Tuesday afternoon and she has not stopped talking about how much she loves her pierced ears. And she cleans them 5 times a day. And she rearranges her new earring sets every hour on the hour.

On the one hand, if I hear another statement, question or squeal about her earrings or pierced ears, MY EARS are going to catch fire, shrivel up, and fall off. On the other, seeing the joy this has brought her makes me fall in love with her all over again. Her innocence is so endearing; she is appreciative, thankful, and most of all excited. I am reminding myself to think back to the time I had mine pierced. I was around her age and my mom took me to Merle Norman in the Boone, NC mall. I got little garnet studs, my birthstones. Afterwards, she bought my brother JB and I, double doozies and cherry slushies from the mall cookie store. Yup. Clearly I went through the same thing at her age. I will just have to set aside my jaded cynical self, let her have her moment and  revel in the excitement with her. Lesson learned!


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And we have another music aficionado in the house. So far, I know she has a high regard for the strong female voices of mainstream pop. If we are in the car, she demands, “Mommy, turn it up” and if it is Taylor Swift, I always get an air fist pump along with a gut screeching, “YEAH!”. She sings right along with her. My personal favorite is when she screams out, Adele’s overplayed anthem “Hello…How are you” right on cue. It’s hilarious.

And just like her sisters, she never misses an opportunity to throw down on the dance floor.

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This afternoon, I let her have my headphones for 15 to 20 minutes so I might tidy up or finish a few things.  When I came to retrieve her, she was jumping on the bed and listening to This Is The Life by Two Door Cinema Club. Ah, we are going to have a lot of fun, this little girl and I.

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And then there’s Phoebe. Our sweet middle child who wears her emotions on her sleeve.  She was also able to choose a reward on Friday for her efforts in an 8 week-long reading program. She chose Chucky Cheese. I loved watching her scurry from game to game grabbing up her tickets and clutching them so tight in her little fist. For 8 weeks she talked about how she was going to win a, “stuffed animal at Chucky Cheese”. We learned the hard way that 185 tickets is not enough to win a stuffed animal. As we stood and waited in line for 30 minutes to pick out her ‘consolation prize’ I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I was telling her the little toys she could pick based on the amount of tickets she won. She was not impressed with the lizards, spiders and slinky’s. She wanted the rainbow puppy.

blog 163 c (1 of 1).jpgSo I did what any mom under pressure to calm her about-to-have-a-meltdown 6 year old would do, I buckled under pressure and promised her a rainbow puppy from the mall. When in doubt, and surrounded by a lot of parents with anxious toddlers, go ahead and buckle. As good old Kenny Rogers would say, “You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em”. Good old Kenny…so wise.

Seems like everyone, in their own special way is asking, “Mommy, help me out”.

I feel needed and that feels good.

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