I am not really Wonder Woman, but I try to be. Nor am I Mrs. Simon LeBon, but at one time, I was going to be. Nonetheless, I am a wondering (wandering?) woman whose been handed quite a life. I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I might not like it always, but I trust the process....
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I haven't seen much of my kids the last few weeks due to summer camp, vacationsawayfrommommy and a broken air conditioning unit, but yesterday I had the good fortune of spending an extended amount of time with My Little One (MLO). She's seven years old. Seven. Remember that.
Walking out of My Mom's apartment to the car, it was quiet then she it me with this factoid:
MLO: Did you know if you step on a fly that red guts squirt out? NO! I mean blue guts. Blue guts squirt out.
*jumping up and down in front of my bathroom mirror, naked, awaiting the shower temperature to be tolerable*
Me: *walks in & catches her and immediately starts giggling* What are you doing, silly? MLO: *laughing wildly, still jumping* My pudge jiggles like your pudge, Mommy!
(At least I felt better about my body after hearing that!)
During the consecration of The Host in Mass...
MLO: *whispers* Why doesn't Dracula like the sun?
We're walking to the car from the swimming pool at the end of the evening. We'd just been talking about all things friends and swimming, then there was a pregnant pause.
MLO: Mama, do you ever wonder why God doesn't tell you how He was created, or where He comes from? Me: Yes, I do wonder that sometimes. MLO: It's like he's keeping a secret. Why would he not want us to know?
I love the inquiring minds of children! These are such perfect moments to be a parent and grow as a person.