We’ll Be Wiggling!

My Monkey has been a Wiggles fan since she was about 6 months old.  When she was one and a half my mom bought tickets to take her to see them live, Monkey loved it!  We were watching TV the other day and saw a commercial advertising that they were coming to our city and she squeals “I want to see Wiggles!”  Hubby and I decided to take her since we don’t know how much longer the love affair with them will continue!  We told her at the beginning of the week that we were going to see them and all week it’s been “Mommy, the Wiggles sing “Cold Spaghetti?”  “Big Red Car?” “Brown Girl in the Ring?”  I answer yes and hope that I am right!  She is so excited!  Hopefully tomorrow I can write about the show and maybe post a photo or two!

Add a comment April 4, 2008

Six Little Words

I read a post at one of my favorite blogs the other day about the difficulties of describing yourself in six words.  My thought was,” I’m pretty quiet, a woman of few words, this should be simple for me.”  I decided upon:

Grateful. Wife. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend

Then I looked at what I had put down on the paper and thought,” How boring, how generic, there has to be more to me than that!”

I pondered the question for a while and came up with:

Grateful. Creative. Sensitive. Shy. Loyal. Optimistic.

As I looked at the two sets of words I had written, I realized that the first group sums up all of the roles I play in my life and the second group really describes who I am.  I also realized that it doesn’t matter if you have a lot to say or if you’re the silent type, it’s hard to describe yourself in six little words!

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Brother, Uncle, Friend

My younger brother and I have always had a very close relationship.  We are not only siblings, but friends.  He and my sweet hubby are friends, which makes me happy.  When our daughter was born, I was a bit worried about how my brother would interact with her, but I worried for nothing, they had an immediate connection, and their bond only gets stronger, even though we live nearly a thousand miles away.

When my husband re-joined the military and my daughter and I made the move from Alabama to Texas, my brother made the extremely long drive so that we wouldn’t have to do it alone.  He stayed for a week, suffered through sleeping on the floor, and sitting on cold tile since our belonging were still enroute.  The day he left my daughter and husband took him to the airport, I stayed home with the movers, and cried.  I’m pretty sure I cried everyday for the next week.  I was miles away from everybody and everything I had ever known, my husband was deploying to Iraq in three weeks, I didn’t know where anything was in this town, and I didn’t know anybody.  I talked to my brother almost everyday.  Somehow, it made things a little bit better.

He’s graduated from college and made the decision to join the military.  The thought of him being in a combat zone scares me.  I’ll have two of the most important men in my life to worry about instead of just one.  I support him in his decision, he has done his research and made a plan.

We were so excited because he came to visit over spring break.  My husband took leave so that we could do some things around the town we live in.  We went to White Sands, played putt-putt, took our daughter to the park, and played cards.  We all enjoyed him being here and hated to see him leave.

My daughter and I took him to the airport today.  My daughter begged to go on the airplane.  She told him repeatedly she loved him and that she would miss him.  He told her she could call him tomorrow and she agreed.  As he made his way to the escalator, in a quivering little voice, my little princess screams out, “I will call you on the phone”, then buries her head in my neck as tears stream down her tiny face.  Once he is out of sight we turn to leave.  She looks at me and says “Mommy, I will miss Uncle K, I want to go home.”  We do just that and she goes to her room, sits quietly on her bed for a little while, dealing in her own way with the departure of her uncle, and the sadness that goes with it.

Add a comment April 1, 2008