Feisty Repartee

A Smile and A Laugh

This afternoon I received a pleasant surprise when I stopped by day care to retrieve my children. My girls have been attending this particular facility since Wee One was nine weeks old and she will turn four in a few days.

Over the years I have gotten to know the ladies who care for my children in my absence very well. It's hard not to like people who genuinely care for those you love.

When I walked in this afternoon three or so of the ladies who work there were clocked out and visiting with one another before calling it a day. Naturally, I walked up and asked how they were doing and chatted a bit.

One of the ladies gave me a hug and told me they were just discussing me.

Oh, no! I thought. What on earth has my little one done now! Then I asked the same.

They laughed and the lady said Wee One had had a good day and not to worry. She explained that they had just voted me their favorite mom because I come in every day with a smile on my face and usually a quick story or two to make them laugh. They told me how much they appreciated me and my attitude toward them.

I was stunned.

These ladies take care of my babies. Every day these ladies make sure my older child gets to school on time and pick her up after school. Every day these ladies make sure my baby is happy, fed, and well looked after while I work. They even teach her music, numbers, letters, and other lessons.

I had to laugh, then I told them they may want to reconsider because this morning I was not the perfect example of a good mom.

This morning I was in a rush and could not find my keys. While I try not to use bad language, sometimes it's just so damned expressive and to the point, it just makes me feel better. I know, I know, it's not good for the kiddos. Well, when they are around, if I must curse, I at least try to do so under my breath in a kind of mutter.

In any event, as I walked around searching, I muttered to myself: "Where are my f*cking keys?"

After a few minutes, Wee One tugged on my leg, handed me my keys and said: "Here are your f*cking keys, Momma."

Great. I'm so proud.

Well, after I told the ladies that story, they erupted in laughter and one of them told me that's another reason they like me: I am a real mom.

They think that now. Just wait until Wee One tries that language out while in their charge...

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