Motherhood

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My daughter said her preschool teacher has a giant umbrella and she sticks the end in the ground so all the children in her class can play under it. That way they can still enjoy outdoor recess on rainy days.

My daughter said I need to practice my driving. “You don’t even know how to get to California,” she said. “But I know how.”
“Is that right?” I asked. “How do you drive to California, Delaney?”
“It’s easy. You go to Waverly, then Prince George, and there it is, just after Pop and Nanoo’s house. California.”

My daughter said, “That’s the place, Mom! That’s where the policeman got you. Cause you did the very, very bad U-Turn. Did you almost go to jail?”

My daughter said she needed to draw something that begins with letter A for homework. She drew a fish, a bunny, and a cat.
“Those don’t start with A, Delaney.”
“Animals does,” she said.

My daughter said she was not on red at school today. 
“It says on the app that you were,” I argued.
“That’s not true,” she said.
“It says right here on Classdojo that you were on red for not using your words.”
“No. That was someone else. That wasn’t me.”

My daughter said she couldn’t be an angel in the Christmas Eve program.
“I’m not an angel,” she insisted. 
“No shit,” I thought.
“Can I be a cat?” she asked.
“There isn’t a cat in the nativity scene,” we told her.
“There should be,” she said.

My daughter said she wrote something for me and I needed to hang it up by my desk at work. She handed me a square of yellow construction paper. She wrote, “LOL CAT”  in the center of the square. “Hang it up where your students will see it,” she said.

My daughter said, “Thank you, Mommy” when I jumped into the pool and lifted her out of the water. It only took a second, just like they say. I had allowed her to take off her floaties, and she was holding onto a noodle. When a bug landed on her arm, she panicked, flipped off the noodle, and slipped beneath the surface. 
For the next few minutes, we clung to each other and sobbed.
“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much.”


Melissa Face lives, writes and parents in Prince George, VA. www.melissaface.com.