Highs and Lows

Some nights at the dinner table, in efforts to steer The Storm away from their usual conversations concerning chicken butts and poo-poo, Bert and I will have the kids go around the table and discuss their highs and lows of the day.

For example: Lightning's High for this day would also be Thunder's Low....

My High for today was waking up at 6:30am, almost in a panic after realizing Flash Flood had slept soundly since midnight. Sweet, sweet baby....

I could just eat him up with a spoon....

"Be still my beating heart...."

I never knew I could be so much in love with five guys all at the same time....

My Low for the day hit me when I was least expecting it, as Lows usually do. Her Highness and I were getting ready to attend a friend's baby shower when she informed me in the most grown-up sounding tone, "Seriously, Mom. I'm too big to wear hair bows anymore. Can't I just wear my hair down?!"

I almost cried. In fact, I think I did. She's SIX YEARS OLD. I wore hairbows until the seventh grade. And wore ribbons tied in my hair all through... well, even now if my hair is in a ponytail. I told her hairbows are not an option in the south. She would wear one until seventh grade, at which time she can trade them in for lip gloss and a tiny bit of mascara. She opted for a head band instead of a bow, so I guess we both won... sort of.

Whatever happened to the days when I was the coolest and she wanted to be just like me?

"Oh, be still my beating heart....."

She will always be our little girl, no matter how much she resists.

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