MY CHILDREN DON'T READ THIS

Sometimes I will talk to my kiddies about things

I write on the blog. I usually start the conversation with,

"Did you read the blog today?"

Both get just a tad flustered each time and say,

"Mom, I don't read your blog"

I bet on those days they wish they had lied.

Because now I have to go into a detailed long story

on what I wrote about….

They roll their eyes…. most times.

Or they cut me off, or they listen…sometimes

but less often. Yet I watch them as adults and

I see so much of me in them when they let me.

I hear Baby Boy talking to the painter of his new

home as I walk around and beam with pride of

the home he and KD are building.

He says a lot to the painter. More than necessary.

He explains how his wife works nights and they

have a little girl so it would be hard for him to paint the home.

He is proud of his little family, throws them in his

conversations every chance he gets.

He may not even notice he does this and yet,

I smile because that is something I would do.

I watch him with his little girl, our Bean and

I see a lot of me there. His gentleness when brushing 

her hair,making her ponytails. He sometimes speaks

of how I had to brush gypsy baby's hair each morning

long after necessary. I joke with him one morning

before we knew they wete having a Jolee' and 

he was fixing Bean's hair,

"I bet you wishing for a boy so you don't have to do 

ponytails"

His answer, with brush in hand and rubber band in mouth,

"I like doing ponytails"

Well that definitely didn't come from his Daddy genes.

A boy who is so much like his daddy has much of his

mommy in him also. I am proud.

Then there is my gypsy baby. 

More like me as she matures.

She calls me yesterday to say one of her customers

had the name Minta and she had to explain how

that was her grandmothers name and her cousin.

The customer was surprised saying she had never met another

with the name. I would do that…

She also shared last week that with her job, she 

finds herself with extra time to get to know her customers.

Loves talking to them and finding out about their lives.

She adds, "I am turning in to you."

Dont' know if she is happy about that but I sure am.

Because I know long after I am gone, I will live on.

I will live in the mind and hearts of my children

and I will live in the Bean who shares a love

for all things mini, for arts and crafts, 

for being together.

Yes, my kids don't read this, but it's okay,

I have made my mark in their lives, 

I have made my mark in their hearts.