a mother daughter look

What can possibly be sweeter than matchy-matchy mother daughter fashions? Except for when the daughter is of certain age where it is more like…

GAWD, MOM! NO!!!

I had that moment when I was in high school. Sure Mommy Dearest wasn’t even 40 when she decided to wear the exact same peasant blouse, jeans and platform sandals but…

GAWD, MOM! NO!!!

Quite possibly almost as mortifying as when she dragged me to protest with her, front and center against Jimmy Carter when he was running for President.

Almost.

Hollie had that moment when I joked that perhaps we could have mother-daughter dresses for her wedding. Moms of daughters, take note. Not funny. No, really. Not funny at all. Especially when your daughter is trying on wedding gowns.

But when they are, oh I don’t know, maybe seven? What can be more awesome than dressing like mom? So awesome that you, the seven year old suggest it and mom agrees because mom is super cool that way.

Oh happy day!

Right?

Um…

Oh Hazel!

Let me remind y’all that THIS was HER idea.

seven years of pink

For Hazel’s seventh birthday today…

YES!!! Hazel is SEVEN!!!

But back to the story…for Hazel’s seventh birthday today what she wanted more than anything was a day in her mama’s chair at her mama’s salon. And what she wanted most of all was pink hair.

Of course, she would. Because she is Hazel and she is a lot of pink. No, not the girly, girl kind of pink with ruffles and lace and bows.

No.

Not Hazel.

Hazel is a sassy pink, a brassy pink. She’s a pink that you can’t help but notice…even if the last thing that she wants is for you to notice. But you can’t help but notice this girl, this pink girl.

So, because it is her seventh birthday, and her (currently) purpled hair mama gets her pink little girl, she delivered.

The perfect pink for a girl with so much brass

and sass

and sassafrass.

So much like your (currently) purpled hair mama and more.

Happy SEVENTH birthday Hazel Faye, our gloriously pink girl.

and just like that, a new tooth fairy is born

When Hollie was in first grade, she literally was the only first grader, at least at Athenour Elementary School, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine how hard this was on her…or on her parents who thought that something was wrong. But the family dentist assured us that all was good. In fact, he told us it was better to lose the baby teeth late rather than early. Still the shame of it, to be the only first grader in Mrs. Miller’s class to not be flashing a toothless smile. Until that fateful day when, miracle of miracles, Hollie lost her very first tooth just two months shy of her 7th birthday.

Thus began the long and illustrious career of our family circus’ tooth fairy. He was good at his job too…creative, consistent and he looked good in that pink tutu too.

Fast forward years and years later and here we have been with poor Hazel Faye, literally the only first grader in the whole wide world, in the universe even, who had not lost a tooth. You can’t imagine the stress, frustration and resignation as she imagined that she would NEVER lose a tooth.

Toothless at last!! And a little more than a week before she turns 7 too. Oh happy day!

Yes, and just like that, a new tooth fairy was born.

A pretty generous tooth fairy, the elder tooth fairy grumbled. Turns out the newborn tooth fairy found herself with no singles but being a quick thinking, creative tooth fairy, she decided $5 was fair for the first. She even managed to convey that message to Hazel Faye too. She might be young and new at this job, but it seems that she is a creative and quick thinking as the elder tooth fairy. Still, he grumbles, she needs to stock up on some tooth fairy currency. Because nothing sucks more than hitting every open store after 10PM trying to get change including a golden dollar coin. That might have happened one time to the elder tooth fairy.

Congratulations, Hazel Faye! You are even more adorable toothless!

kids, here are 10 things I may or may not have told you

You made me cry…a lot

Hollie and me – 1987. No apologies for the hair and glasses because 1987.

I wanted that last piece of pie…cake…cookie

Hollie, Zoë and me, 1992. Yes, those are matching Christmas sweaters. A gift. Funny how my darling husband didn’t receive one.

It hurt.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby and me, 1994. One child might never forgive me for this picture.

I was always afraid…still am…don’t judge, especially if you are not my child.

Hollie, Zoë, Abby, Jodie and us, 1996. Apparently we didn’t realize just how busy we were then as people told us ALL THE TIME that “we must be busy.

I know that I am not perfect.

And the Family Circus is completed, 2002. Also the year where any doubts of me being a perfect Mother were solidly squashed. Have a teenager and you will understand.

I watched you as you slept…still do.

Hollie, 1990

I carried you a lot longer than nine months.

Zoë, 1998

It broke my heart every time you cried.

Abby, 1997

I put you first.

Jodie, 1999

I would do it all over again…times five…to the infinity power.

Daniel, 2008

Kids, I can’t begin to express my gratitude that I get to be your Mother, Mommy, Mom, times five…to infinity and beyond.

I thank you all for calling me Mama, Mommy, Mom, Mommy Dearest, OMG-Mom, Mother; and, thank you , for needing me, teaching me, forgiving me, loving me, accepting me, modeling me and, most of all, amazing me because I get to say that I am Mom to these five remarkable people.

BONUS!! I have to say that I must be a pretty okay mom because these two perfectly, exquisite children  call me Mima…and give the best hugs.

 

not work if you don’t love it

Hat tip to the grocery clerk and everyone in line at a local grocery store here in the Central Valley who let this moment happen.

And a bow with a flourish to the lady who was Hazel’s first customer and took the time to give her a $2 tip as Hazel, mom and little sister were loading up their own groceries to head home.