11.06.2006
Phew!
I felt so guilty yesterday with Justin.Especially when he came home and told me that the little lump behind his ear had gotten larger, and that is was really hurting him.
So we went to the doc first thing this morning, and the doc said it is a swollen lymph node, but not of a serious kind. He had a cold just over a week ago, and thinks it could still be part of that, plus wearing a helmet all the time over it could be irritating it.
We will wait until Friday to see if it shrinks or goes away before he goes on antibiotics.
So phew - nothing serious.
Lumps scare me.
Labels: boys, family, family life, mom, son, teens
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10.15.2006
Girls - Will be Girls!
Doodles has recently realized that she is beautiful.She is a beautiful girl. She stands out from the rest.
She just turned 11 this past July, and she is 5'6" tall, with a size 11 women's shoe. WOW! Tall & skinny - with the longest of legs.
Dark hair. Dark eyes. A real beauty. Naturally beautiful. Thick eyebrows. Long eyelashes. Full lips. A beautiful nose. Everything about her is beautiful.
And she just realized it.
For some reason she wants to experiment with her beauty. A tween thing? A girl thing?
She asked me how to use a curling iron. Oh GOD! I have been waiting for this day - like it is a right of passage or some strange mom and daughter unite kind of thing. Well, you know... I began curling my hair at her age.
It wasn't easy teaching her. I rather just do it myself, because I am such a perfectionist when it comes to hair. But I struggled with patience. I told her how to hold the handle. Wrap a small section of hair under the barrel. Release. And curl in the direction she wanted. It didn't work. I told her she could do it. To try again. We (she) did. And again. And again.
I told her to let me try.
She told me to leave her alone.
She left the bathroom. Crying.
I almost yelled. But there I was, tyring to become patient again. This was her moment. Our weird right of passage thingy. Right?
I let her be. For only about 3 or 4 minutes. Then I told her to try again.
That is when she took the handle, grabbed the barrel, and flung it with so much might that I thought she might have just given herself a third degree burn.
She looked at me. I wanted to cry. Was she hurt?
She shouted , "Next time you might want to teach me how to turn it on!", and quickly left the room.
I burst into laughter, her into more tears. I somehow ruined this moment for her. The moment I made such a big damn deal about. And I was so proud and excited that I didn't even turn the f****** thing on!
She said she will never - ever - ever in one million years try to curl her hair again!
Like I was being some kind of cruel mother. Unfortunately I was just being me. As I am a pre-menopausal mom of 4 - who just had the kids home from school for 4 days (or was it 4 months?) straight. I forget things my dear, I tried to explain.
I left, wanted to crawl under a rock - because I somehow, unknowingly, I really hurt her feelings.
But you know what?
Girls will be girls.
About an hour or so later, she came down from her room with a beautifully styled, somewhat curled hairdo. She came over and gave me a great big hug. I cried. She smiled.
Labels: daughter, family, family life, girls, mom, mothers and daughters
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