| Dear God, it is me OHmommy... |
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| Written by OHmommy | |
| Monday, 21 January 2008 19:00 | |
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“I am so cold, kiddos.” “Mama, let’s go to Mexico. It’s not cold there!” Lola yells out loud. I grab my blanket and wrap it around myself. It is a chilly 9 degrees outside, we are wearing layers upon layers inside and are still cold. “How will we get to Mexico? I didn’t buy any tickets.” I respond and crawl into our make-shift tent we created under my new dinning room table. “We can drive. We Can!” Lola, again, yells. She comes in two levels, loud or VERY loud, and as a three year old believes that ANYTHING is possible. “Oh. I don’t have the energy to drive to Mexico. Can YOU drive me to Mexico?” I ask her. “That is silly, Mama. I can’t drive!” She yells. Seriously, I might need to check her hearing again. She had tubes put in her ears two years ago, maybe they don't work? Why, oh why, is she so loud? “Mama. I have an idea!” My first born. My first love. My Jay jumps in. “Sweet handsome fella… what idea do you have?” I ask him and turn my attention toward him. “Just call GOD. Call him on the phone. Ask him to make it summer already. He'll listen. He always does.” He smiles. I smile. Oh, to be five years old. “I don’t have God’s phone number.” I explain to him. “Yes you do. You called him yesterday to tell him Lola was being bad. It HAS to be on the caller-id. Just check it.” He explains. Lola looks up at me and remembers that I did in fact call GOD yesterday to complain about her whinning. “Okay. Handsome. You want me to call GOD?” What do I do? I have a Masters degree. I went to school for a VERY long time. I am educated. What. Do. I. Do? Do I actually pretend to call GOD and ask him for summer? I burned all of my parenting books years ago and never read THIS chapter. What do I do? “Hello. God. It is my Ohmommy. Yes, hi! How are you doing? I am fine. Except. It is a little too cold for us here in Ohio. Can you make it summer? Fast. M’kay. Thanks!” I hang up the phone. Sweet little 11 month old Fifi is clapping her hands. For the first time in her life. Clapping out loud. |
