*I now give you the greatest mom in the whole world.
M is for the many things she gave me. O is for the other things she did. M is for many of the grey hairs I got. Well, it’s that time of the year again. Mother’s Day.
I think the best part about being a grandmother is hearing the stories your children tell you about your grandchildren. The reason it’s so funny is because most of the stuff they tell you is what your kids did to you.
One time, when Elle was about 18 months old, I decided to get her a green Mc shake for St. Patricks Day. In the 70’s, before air bags, your kid would ride shotgun in their car seat.
Elle got her shake and I reminded her several times “don’t take the lid off”. Well, as I came to a red light and stopped, I heard a scream.
My sweetheart had taken the lid off and the shake was all over her face and shirt. I was laughing so hard, I started peeing and was trying to comfort her while pulling off to the side of the road.
Another time I was down to my last $10 dollars. Elle got into my purse, pulled the money out, and was hanging it out of the window, flying the $10 dollars like a kite.
Of course it flew out of her hands. That time I was crying and peeing at the same time.
The temper tantrums are the funniest because I’ve lost track of how many times I would threaten to never take her out in public again until she was 18.
Yes, motherhood is a hoot. Many shots of vodka, tears, and laughs later & I wouldn’t change anything. Happy Mother’s Day to my daughter and to you. ~ Elle’s mom
**I don’t have a photo scanner so here’s a picture of a picture of me and my beautiful mom, circa 1976. Apparently she liked taking me to back alley petting zoos. I picked one where you can’t see her face because really, who would want to claim my crazy ass.
And we don’t have red hair even though it looks that way. Also, my germaphobe self hopes my mom dipped me in alcohol after this was taken. I will now shut up. :^)