ninanevermore: (Motherhood)
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I met my son’s fiancée this last Saturday at the party for her 6th birthday. She seems like a nice little girl. A bit goofy looking, but judging by how pretty her mother is, I suspect she will be very attractive once she grows into her features.

“Are you [Sweet Pea’s] mom?” the mother of the birthday girl greeted me, “Mallory talks about him all the time at home. She tells me she’s going to marry him when she grows up.”

“He mentioned that to me,” I told her with a smile. I didn’t mention that he is not yet ready to commit to her daughter. There are so many little girls at his school that he’s not sure which one he will marry, he has confided to me. I told him he doesn’t have to pick one for a couple more decades, and not to rush. There is a good change (say 99.9%) that he will marry someone who he does not go to Kindergarten with. But his world is very small right now, and he has no way to imagine how many people (including girls) he will meet as he makes his way through his life. Right now the dozen or so girls in his class are overwhelming enough to him.

Sweet Pea Syndome )
ninanevermore: (Motherhood)
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As of today, my son has been in the world for 6 years and I am a week away from unemployment. My head is a whirl of reminiscing, celebrating, and anticipating; no wonder I feel exhausted. Six years ago on this date, I was happy the whole pregnancy thing was finally over with, that I could see my feet again without straining, and that they were starting to look like my feet again. Since I had just had a Cesarean section, I was also stoned out of my goard.

Walking on Water Balloons  )

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