I was Sophie’s age when my family (me, my mom, my dad) moved to the United States. My dad had a job lined up in Connecticut, and my mom, still reeling from culture shock, had to start looking. They wanted to live in a safe ‘hood since my dad would be gone all day working and my mom is four foot ten and I was just a little kid. We rented a one bedroom apartment in a nicer complex, and I slept on a twin mattress on the floor of their room. We lived there for a year or so before we moved into the house I grew up in.
On my fifth birthday, I woke up, headed to the kitchen, poured myself some cereal, and waited for my parents to get up. The second I spotted my dad, half-asleep, making his way to the shower, I shouted and greeted him with a cheerful WHAT THE HELL, DAD? :) :) :)
My dad stopped in his tracks, my mom flew out of her bed, aghast, because while she was still wrapping her mind around idioms and air conditioning, she knew that my word choice was abhorrent. (You know, abhorrent in the 80s for a five year old raised by my mother.)
It turned into a quick Danny-Tanner-Full-House moment and I learned that it was not an appropriate greeting. Inside I was all :| It’s my birthday, I really just want a Happy Meal and a Popple. Popple, the stuffed animal that folded itself into a ball. Oh look, I can buy the exact one I had… on eBay… for $40. Let me sit here and contemplate that a) I’m old enough to have a childhood toy worth $40 on an auction site, and b) Is buying a nostalgic piece of my history is worth forty Cheesy Bean + Rice burritos at Taco Bell?
Today is Remmy’s fifth birthday, and since she did not greet me or Jack with a curse word, I’m going to go ahead and say that so far it has been successful.
Five years ago, I held a teeny baby and prayed that I’d do it right.
And now, maybe a little bit because of me or maybe actually in spite of me, I have the loveliest five year old I’ve ever met. I am grateful that I can spend a year at home with her – just one more year with my little and yet not-so-little girl. ROO DON’T CRY DON’T CRY. She’s gracious, smart and sensitive, has great comedic timing, dotes on her sisters, and loves to sing + dance.
Remmy Evangeline, one day I’m sure you and your sisters will read through the posts I’ve written. You are a joy and a delight, and it is a privilege to be your mother. :) :D ♥
And keep your toys in tip-top shape. They’ll be worth millions in the future. I’ve got your college fund tied up in Beanie Babies right now, as a matter of fact. Wingless Quackers, pull through for us.
PS and yes, I’ll eventually delete this PS because it’s kind of weird here on this post: The DietBet pot is over $2500 now. We weigh in this weekend and start on Monday (you can still sign up over the weekend!). SW Basics of Brooklyn is gifting the DietBet MVP (the person who invites the most friends) a $50 gift card to their store. More details on the DietBet page. :)