Thursday, February 2, 2012
I am way too emotional. Just how I am, and it appears it's how I will always be. My girls were not spared this trait, and they have inherited my tendency to be dramatic.
I remember the first time I realized my emotions were perhaps extreme compared to other people. I was watching Dumbo with my family, including my maternal grandmother, who only visited us a few times. I don't know how old I was, but I was young. I was balling my eyes out - heaving - at the part where Dumbo's mommy is imprisoned (so unfair!!! cruel!!!) and is rocking her precious baby in her large elephant ears, the song 'Baby Mine' is playing. My grandmother was shocked at my reaction, and it is still a joke my mom tells to this day. That lullaby became kind of "our song" between my mom and I - in fact, we considered dancing to it together at my wedding (dad was already gone when I got married, so mom and I danced instead) but I knew I'd break down - balling, heaving style - if we did. So we picked the lame "I Hope You Dance" song.
This lullaby is also Taylor's favorite, and I sing it to her every night. Once in awhile, it still chokes me up - but I get brought back to reality real quick when Tatie says, "Mommy, I don't like your voice shaking like that. Sound nice. Ok, start over, this didn't work." Girlfriend has strict tuck-in guidelines, although the routine has gotten so much more enjoyable. I used to have to sing her several lullies, but now only 1 or 2, with extra back scratching time at the end. Bailey loves this song too, but she is smart and has realized that "Down to the River to Pray" has more verses, so she likes that one :)
I digress. My point today is, this small home has three extremely emotional girls in it, and two haven't even experience PMS yet. Kevin needs to either build himself a shed to hide in, buy a bigger house, or "be away on business" at least one week out of every month. God help us all.