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Friday, March 20, 2015

Mom! It's Me!

I grew up in a house full of girls. My dad was the only male with three daughters and a wife. Even our dog, Bridget was a girl. 

Daddy use to call every day during his lunch break to see how things were going. During the summers, when we were all home, he had to talk to us for a bit before he knew that it was not Mom. He could never tell us apart.

Funny thing is, us girls grew up and had a mess of boys...except the one bonus girl...who happened to be my second child.  Anyway, whenever I call home and all the boys are there, I think I know how my daddy felt. I, too have to carry on a little conversation before I can figure out who answered the phone.

Do you think that ever goes away? Well....let me tell you a funny story that happened today....

I was shopping for a swimsuit for my grand daughter. I saw two I really liked, but was not sure as to the size to purchase. You see this suit is for the end of this summer, which still is several months away. I called my mom, and we had a conversation on the size. I also described them both to her and she told me which one she thought would be nice. I told her I would call her when I got home. 

Ten minutes later, my phone rings....note I am still at the store. It was my mom. Confused, I answered the phone and she started talking to me like we had not spoken today. Then she proceeded to tell me that my sister called and was at the store buying a swimsuit for my grand daughter. I was a little puzzled. Now, I know that sometimes us girls in the family tend to do very similar things and pick out like stuff, but I really found this very odd. Mom described the two suits that "my sister was having a hard time choosing between." She told me that they discussed the sizes too.

I had to laugh...!

"Mom! Mom, that was me you were talking too." Mom then says, "Oh funny, you are looking at swimsuits too? Tracey has a pink one with a tutu....." Pretty much she related our conversation back to me, thinking it was between her and my sister. I continued to chuckle.

Finally, I got her attention, and told her...again..."Mom, that was me you were talking to." Silence on the other end.....And then she started to crack up. We both had a good laugh.

So, no, I guess it will never go away. 

Anyway...this is the one I finally decided one...since my grand daughter's mom (my daughter) IS a dancer...


  1. Too funny! I was on the other line while she was talking to you.