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Author of Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance

Stop Mocking Myself, Stop Mocking Myself…

I have finally reached the quintessential moment in my life when I can look at my mother and say, “Thanks for the curse…er blessing… that’s right blessing!” Actually, she blessed me twice.

Once, when I was an obnoxious teenager, thinking all parents were stupid and a total embarrassment, she said to me one day, “We mock the things we are to be.” Uh huh. Whatever, ma. Then , when I got married, she blessed me yet again saying, “Just wait till you have children. Maybe you’ll have two girls. Then see how easy it is.” Oh no you didn’t, ma. You didn’t just curse me with two girls, just like my sister and me! OH YES SHE DID.

So today, as my husband and I were enjoying dancing together and frolicking with the other adults at an affair, Eldest looked on in horror while standing on the sidelines. What? I dance very well thank you. And who cares anyway when it’s all about having fun at a celebration? Oh, Eldest cares. My eldest who’s a TEENAGER!  Just like I cared when my parents acted like real people. So now, I completely understand the emotional scars that will be left behind when she heals from the nightmare that is MOM and DAD. Hey girlfriend, therapy works. Enjoy.

As for being blessed with two girls, let me tell you something, when you walk a mile in my shoes, then we’ll talk blessed! I have a prepubescent and a newly minted teenager at home. God help me, I’m cursed! Now, if you’ve read about my shopping debacle, in an earlier post, you have a little inkling as to what I’m talking about.

I’m thinking back to a sitcom episode, can’t remember the name, but I do remember the siblings putting tape down the center of their room. At this rate, I think we need to put tape down the center of the house! I have found myself saying these very words, “If you can’t say something nice to each other than sit there silently.” Can you imagine? Funny, I hear my mother again!

So thanks Mom, for blessing me with two girls and all the crap that goes along with them. You know what, though? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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