Maddie: “Mommy, you know how you always say that you want us to elope and then come home for a party (reception)?”
Me (uh oh): “Uh, yeah.”
Maddie: “Well, somehow the topic of weddings came up and I told Mrs. Friend’s Mom about what you said. She was really shocked and really kind of surprised that you would say anything like that. She just couldn’t believe it.”
[Oh, greeeaaaat. Mrs. Friend’s Mom, who is really a very nice person, now thinks I’m crazy, cruel and/or un-American. Sometimes I can relate to Christine in the New Adventures of Old Christine especially when she is trying to fit in with the moms in her kid’s school.]
Me: “Really? Hmmm… “You know I’m kidding when I say things like that, right?”
Maddie: “It doesn’t sound like you’re kidding.”
Am I kidding? Well, kind of. When did my kids actually start listening to me anyway?
Sometimes I forget Maddie is very black and white, very literal (the nuances of what is being said can get lost in translation). The other two usually roll their eyes and ignore what I say when it sounds silly or unreasonable. Not that girl.
And, Maddie also stores everything I say in her little “shit my mom says” brain vault for use against me later. She never regurgitates the “good” stuff for the masses (I have spouted some valuable words of wisdom, haven’t I?).
Back to the nuptials, don’t you think the craze of these uber-expensive weddings is insane? “That’s not real life, you know that, girls. Right?” ” Daddy and I didn’t have a wedding like that and we’re still happily married.” Blah, blah…
Girls: Yes, Mommy dear.”
One summer, my hairdresser (God, how old am I? I meant to say, “salon technician“) was in 5 or 6 weddings and well on her way to 27 dresses. I kid you not! Well, two years later, over half of these marriages are over with a capital O and a capital VER. And, some of these weddings were over-the-top even by my Technician’s standards (not just mine). All I kept thinking was, “Those poor parents. If that were my daughter, I’d kill her!”
Yeah, I know. That’s not a very compassionate attitude toward my lovies so I won’t share that with my kiddos (just you guys). I don’t think they read my blog.
My methods may be unorthodox (jokingly encouraging elopement), but I’m trying to keep my kids grounded in the real world. Raising kids in our community along with the crazy media images makes the goal of raising grounded children difficult.
Speaking of weddings, I would like to report that the hubs and I will be celebrating two milestones this February: the 30th anniversary of our first date and our 21st wedding anniversary! (Yeah, I know, 9 years of dating. It was a process, but I finally talked him into it). 🙂
Happy Anniversary, Baby!
The best 21 years any man could ask for! Happy Anniversary to you and Elvis.
You two are toooooooo cute!!!
Ha, ha, slow and steady wins the race, I guess. Contratulations on such a lasting relationship.
Had to guffaw over the “shit my mom says” vault. Oy! I wonder what got stored in that vault when my girls were young.
You know, our middle daughter actually did elope to Vegas and didn’t tell us until they’d been married a month. And only because I had to take her to the ER (she was living with us temporarily as she saved up for nursing school) and the new hubby showed up in there. Hello, son-in-law I’ve never met before.
How wonderful, Happy Anniversary! Cracked up over “shit my mom says” — that tidbit has bitten me in the arse more times than I care to remember. It’s amazing, kids can’t remember the crap you don’t want them to but ask them about something important and you get tumble weed rolling between you two.