What’s a mother to do?


It’s been a busy day. I spent most of Saturday at a scrapbooking workshop from 9:30 a.m. to 4 p.m. I’m happy to report that I’m now working happily away on my own heritage album and have scrapbooked and journaled my pictures up to my middle school years.

Now we’re getting into my “ugly” stage though. Yikes! Whatever happened to that cute little girl? And where did that bucktoothed geek come from with the tightly permed hair and the glasses with side fins that could compete with a ’62 Chevy? I certainly wasn’t part of the “cool crowd.” Looking back on it now, though, I think it was a blessing in disguise. By not having an active date life (ok, I didn’t have ANY date life) and by having to get by on my brains, personality, and imagination, I developed a rich inner life and a great appreciation for the friendships that people can offer above and beyond their outward appearances. This is a good thing. Because now that I’m approaching my ’60s….I seem to be entering another “ugly” stage only this time those side fins are firmly entrenched a good six inches below my waist on both sides and they aren’t sporting rhinestones either. It’s the dreaded “Van Rossum Hips.” Sigh! I always knew they’d catch up with me, sooner or later. I don’t have buckteeth any more. Two sets of braces took care of that. Now I’m just trying to keep my teeth. At least I don’t have the permed hair again. Although I AM feeling like tearing my hair out, thanks to our son, Jason.

Yes, the dear boy called us two nights ago to say that he was going to be coming home sooner than planned. This is a good thing. Then he casually mentioned that he would be driving home. This is a bad thing. You see, he’s planning to drive from Los Angeles to PA in an old Honda with almost 200,000 miles on it, no working AC, side mirrors that I think are duct taped on right now, and he plans to camp along the way to save money. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry. I think I did both. Life was a lot simpler when I was a preteen.

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