dressed and pressed

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

I find myself wondering from time to time about motherhood because it is what fills everyday of my life with business. Even though it is much like i thought it would be, it is still different than my mind had let me imagine it would be. I supposed what I had really hoped for was British children. Now if this thought has never crossed your mind you should stop reading this minute because the rest of this post will be no fun at all for you. One of the people who never had this thought cross him mind is my father. My father always intended on having cowgirls and cowboys for children. To make his dream a reality he moved our family to possibly the worst town in Texas. Did he indulge his horse obsessed daughter by buying her a horse and some land and getting all of his children involved in things like 4-H? Nope. He bought us all Bright and very uncomfortable jeans and horrible shirts with bright southwestern prints on them and then took a picture. You really cant blame the poor guy for trying but the fact of the matter is you simply cant turn your children into the imaginary children you had in mind. Just once I would love my children to pop into the kitchen (looking as neat as a pin) and say in a British accent,"Mother may I have some biscuits and milk? They are my favorite and my best!" And then wait while I decide. Has it ever happened? no. All i get is this ( In a loud voice with no accent mind you) "Mom I want a cookie!! Mom i am so hungry ! can I have chocolate? What are we having for dinner? Why don't we ever have cookies? Can we go to Mema's house? Do you think she has ice cream? " Now I adore my children. But Marry Poppins never had to deal with this nonsense. Why? because she was British and so were the children in her care. I think she got them into more trouble than they ever got in on their own. There is a lovely picture of me in my head as a mother. Pushing a Pram while My other two children follow quietly along shoelaces and hair ribbons tied perfectly, clean as a whistle, and each of them holding a balloon and being very pleased just to have received the balloon and carefully holding the string so as not to loose it. They stay very close to their mother. They are not letting go of the string just to see how quick mom"s reflexes are or hitting each other with the balloons and running around squealing. Nope the kids in my head are British. They would never do such things. Maybe people in London wish they had American kids. But probably not. They are not very impressed with Americans as a whole.
Every now and again Kaitlynn will do a line off of Charlie and Lola for me to make me laugh. That may be as close as I will ever get unless we move to Great Britain and the chances of that are very slim. I guess I will have to settle for the lovely children I have been given with much to much of their mother in them. But I suppose if my father didn't get rodeo kids then I will live without having Brits.

3 comments:

indeazgirl said...

ooohhh. candice. i love your blog.

Rob and Shannon LaFontaine said...

I miss you!!

RC said...

First off the clothes were not half as bad as you reported here. If I remember correctly YOU picked out the shirts (I picked out the Rocky Mtn. jeans and boots). All these outfits were chosen to make YOU feel comfortable in the rodeo we went to see. Now, if my girls looked GREAT in those jeans it was just a collateral good thing. You learned to talk right down there and the yes ma'am and yes sirs were especially adorable coming from my childens lips. So having rodeo queens for children was not all that bad (for you or me). And for the record I don't think much of the Brits.....