Once in a while I get one of those forwarded emails that talks about motherhood.
Like the ones that start,
You know you’re a mother when…
Sometimes they can be a bit schmaltzy with things like… for the first time your heart walks outside your body. Which is really a troubling thing to think about because I’m not that crazy about my organs hanging around outside my body.
And it sort of reminds me of trying to find an anniversary card at Stop & Shop and they all say stuff like… “And I still remember the day we joined as one and chose to always breathe the same air and intertwine our finger tips for eternity and wrap our souls around each other and never spend a moment apart unless of course one of us goes to jail.”
And all I want is one dumb card that says simply, “Happy Anniversary!” and I’ll fill in the rest. But, of course, I can’t find one. And they don’t even have one that says… “Roses are Red, Violets are blue, the flood took our home but I’ve still got you!” which would be even more ideal.
But my point is not about the cards – it’s about those, “You know you’re a mother when” things because the other day I looked at my nails and thought…
Oh I’m definitely a mother.
Because my 4-year-old gave me that manicure FOUR days ago and I’m still walking around like that.
First of all, I have temporarily lost the nail polish remover in our rental house.
Second, how can I give priority to my nails, when my long suffering eyebrows haven’t been tweezed in several months.
And third, every time I look at my nails, I think of Summer and the moment she leaned over at Dylan’s birthday party on Sunday and proudly said, “Good thing you got a manicure for the party.”
Yes, sweet girl, good thing.
P.S. I have no idea why my fingers look so wrinkly and pudgy. Maybe that’s another sign of motherhood.
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kelcey kintner
Hey, I have bright turquoise crackle polish on my nails from my youngest’s b-day party! It’s the mom thing to do. I’m mostly noticing how wrinkled my hands are these days. On my mom I always thought that was pretty….on me, not so much.
Your retelling of remembering how Summer leaned over to comment on how good it was that you had a manicure for the party made me tear up more than thinking about my heart walking around outside my body!
That’s absolutely heart-melting. Love it.
I’m a little bit older than you and when you hit my age, the pudgy fingers are reality and bi-monthly visits to the manicurist are a necessity. And eyebrows? Forget about it. You are filling them in with a Sharpie.
The kid has real talent. Did you ever find a decent card in the end? I’d settle for the ‘message is blank’ ones. Brilliant post.
I love it!
Tonight I will drink a gallon of “tea” (water) at my twins non-stop, fabulous “tea party” in their play tent (which is very hot and small). I will have a fabulous time… I should go take care of my eyebrows, but I have a few more blogs to read before I wake up the girls for school and drag myself to work…
That manicure looks great. I’d like to book an appointment. But with Summer, not with Rick this time.
Re: wrinkly, pudgy fingers… My son’s daycare has a fingerprint scanner to unlock the door, and it has trouble reading my fingerprints. Upon examination, I realized that my finger-wrinkles keep growing. Thanks, Mother Nature. :/
Take a picture with your hands and hers – and your mothers! Chipped paint and all! Such a great keepsake
Of course you can’t take that off until after Halloween.
You make my day, thats all, just make me smile every time I read your posts. you are an awesome mom 🙂
Justin Bieber loves those kind of nails.
If I didn’t know those were your nails, I would think that you snuck into my house and photographed my hands without my knowledge or consent.
We did a 3 generation manicure this summer- with purple glitter polish.
You could totally write you own line of greetings cards for Hallmark.
great post, and spot on
“…unless of course one of us goes to jail”. Priceless.
ahhh….
I have toes to match your fingers for the exact same reasons. So precious! Thanks for being a self-less mom to your girls (and Chase).
I like it! It’s very punk rock with a little “I’m not afraid to throw down if you mess with me,” which in my view is crucial for being a mom, especially a mom of girls.
And I realized when rereading my comment that I made it seem like your girls were the ones you were going to throw down with but I meant anyone who messes with your girls…I will go drink a pot of coffee now…
Great post! Have you gotten a call from Hallmark yet? Your card writing is fantastic!
If I am the one to go to jail I hope I have time to get a manicure first. Will you write me? xoxo
i adore you.
Summer is gifted! You should give her some hot wax and/or some sharp tweezers and let her have a go at those eyebrows!
Today I got a long overdue color touch-up (I take summers off, what can I say?) and at the counter where I was paying I saw the BEST EVER kick ass chrome nail polish! That’s right…your nails can look like the bumper of your new car!! And you can check your lipstick in the reflection on your nails! And the boys could see up your skirt if you wear it on your toes! And all for the price of an $8 sandwich. Guess which I got.
I’d like to hire you to write all my cards, please.
Pretty!
I have rocked a similar manicure many times. Ah, summer.