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A Girl’s First Love


She stared out the window, hoping to see his headlights.  But all she saw was darkness.

She replayed the argument he had with her mom in her head.  Although it took place days before, she had it memorized – branded in her heart.

She could remember how her mom was barely understandable because she couldn’t catch her breath through her sobs.  She could still hear him yelling.  She wasn’t good enough.  She wasn’t pretty anymore.

Certainly she didn’t hear that last part correctly.  Her mom was beautiful, with silky chestnut hair and one strand that she always tucked behind her ear.  Even when it was already there.

As she looked at the swaying trees through her window, she jumped as she remembered hearing the door slam.  I don’t love you anymore.  I’m leaving. 

She remembered waiting to hear the door open again.  To hear him say he was sorry for yelling, like he usually did.  Instead, all she heard that night was Mom crying.  She wanted to go to her, but wasn’t sure what to say.

What if Mom wouldn’t forgive her for being a selfish brat, always worried only about herself?

Scared that Mom would hate her and he would never come back, she picked up her favorite bear from inside the box in her closet.  The one with the eye that was hanging on only by a thread.

It’d been so long since she’d pulled it out of the box.  As she rubbed its nose, she closed her eyes and remembered the day he brought him home to her.  She’d been in third grade.  She’d just gotten off the bus when he surprised her with it.  She slept with him until his seams began unraveling.  Little did she know then, that it was the perfect metaphor for her life.

She still had her eyes closed, trapped in 1988, when she heard a car coming.  She opened her eyes immediately and saw the glow of lights through the trees.  He’s back!  I knew he’d come back!

But then the lights disappeared.  The car must’ve turned onto another street.  More darkness.

She wondered what her mom was doing downstairs.  Like that fateful night, she thought about going down to her, talking to her.  But she remembered the argument they had just this morning.  Mom was worried about her.  Only she didn’t just tell her mom not to worry, that she was worried for nothing.  No.  Instead, she yelled at her and told her to mind her own business.  She didn’t need to worry.  What did she know about her anyway?  She couldn’t even keep her marriage together.  Why was she worrying about her daughter who she knew nothing about?

She sighed.  Why was she blaming Mom for his leaving?  Nothing she did would have ever been enough to keep a man around who was already insistent upon leaving.

Why was it that she missed him so much it hurt, but when it came to Mom, who really was the only one she could always count on, she was still a conniving little witch?  As much as she hated to admit it, she had always wanted nothing more than to be his little girl.

Now she wanted nothing more than to believe that it was Mom’s fault that he left.  But she knew better.

And she also knew deep down that he was never coming back.

Oh, how she wished that he would realize the truth, too.  She wished with all of her aching heart that he would see what she really needed:

Her Daddy.

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Source: we heart it

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“I want to have a bunch of kids so I can open a factory and have free labor. Beat that, China!” ~Jarod Kintz


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Source: lovebuildsthishappyhome.blogspot.com

Saturday’s Be Happy Challenge:

– Something You’re Proud Of. –

Without a doubt, here is what I’m most proud of:

Our Kids

Gerald, like me, is a perfectionist who is his own worst enemy.  He’s a great student, an amazing athlete, and a massively loyal friend.  He got incredible dimples, and the girls are texting constantly already.  [Groan…]  He wants to attend LSU and become an attorney.

Ronald is a comedian who has a great sense of humor.  He gets great grades, has a great attitude in school, and he’s a natural athlete.  His friends love him, and everyone wishes they had his wit.  He has dreams of going off to college and becoming a firefighter.  My hero!

Jeremy has a wealth of knowledge and can tell you all kinds of random facts about nature and science.  He’s consistently on the honor roll, and his sense of humor is much like Ronald’s.  He loves to laugh, and his giggle makes everyone around him laugh, too.

Emma is extremely well-rounded, especially for a girl.  She’s taken dance, played baseball, cheered, and played soccer and softball.  She hasn’t met a stranger, and she’ll strike up a conversation with anyone.  She loves her friends and is always happy to have another girl around.

I’m so proud of who these little monsters guys are growing up to become.  It’s so much fun to see their personalities develop.  They all work extremely hard in school and in sports.  They’re all incredibly talented and intelligent.  They make us proud to be parents!


“Life’s better when it’s fun. Boy, that’s deep, isn’t it?” ~Kevin Costner


Chick Magnet

Chick Magnet

Some people really need to just lighten up.  I bet if they did, they would probably find life a lot less stressful.  I’m in no way just a jokester or prankster all the time, but I’m still able to laugh a lot of stuff off.  I know when to be serious and when it’s okay to chill out a little.  Some people, however, don’t, and their “offended” button is set at way too sensitive.

For example, The Huffington Post posted an article yesterday about t-shirts that are made for toddlers that are just “shocking,” according to some parents.  People, if you don’t like them, then don’t put them on your kids.  It’s not that difficult – especially at the toddler age, when kids don’t pick out their own clothes and dress themselves.  (Okay, some 35-year-old men don’t do those things either, but that’s a topic for a whole new blog… don’t get me sidetracked.)

The “shocked mom” in the article was appalled at a shirt for a 4-year-old that read “Barely Legal.”  Okay, I get it.  Probably not appropriate for a toddler.  But wait… The mom then says (and I quote), “I grabbed it without even registering what the label said, it just looked like a good night shirt for the summer.  Carried it around for about 5 minutes before I read the text and threw up in my mouth a little.”  Really, lady?  You were buying a shirt for your daughter that you didn’t even READ until five minutes after you picked it up?!  Yet you’re blaming the shirt designer?  Tsk, tsk, tsk.

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Source: floresfactor.wordpress.com

Anyway, at the end of the article, there was a slideshow of pictures of baby clothes that just aren’t appropriate for babies.  According to whom?  Other than this one, I actually thought most of the others were quite funny:

Source: Etsy

Source: Etsy

This one just grossed me out a little.

But tell me, what’s so inappropriate about this one?

Source: Cafe Press

Source: Cafe Press

I actually found it funny.  Did the critics and writers of this article actually think that the designer was insinuating that the child who wore this would eventually grow up to be a no-good hoodlum who would never keep a job, smoke weed every day, and end up being kicked out of his roach-infested apartment?  I mean, c’mon man… I think it’s pretty safe to say that what they really meant was that the kid was just pushed out of mom’s little “apartment.”  What’s so offensive about that?  You want him to stay in there forever?  Isn’t that fostering a future and acceptance of co-dependence?  Certainly we wouldn’t want that.

And then, perhaps my favorite of all of their shameful examples, there was this:  (Which I LOVE, by the way, and wish I had a toddler to put it on.)

Source: Etsy

Source: Etsy

This has got to be the cutest little chubby-baby shirt I’ve ever seen!  But wait!  Stop everything.  Tattoos make people criminals, right?  I have two, so I must be a crack whore at night when I leave my office job, right?  And that guy who works in the office down the hall has one on his arm, so he must be a drug dealer, right?

People, GET A LIFE!!!  If you don’t like it, don’t dress your kid in it.  Otherwise, shut up, and let me parent my future delinquent kid however I see fit.  If you want something to complain about, I’m sure I can give you a hundred good examples of my bad parenting.  The way I choose to dress my kids (with funny sayings on their shirts) is not one of them.  If someone wants to put his toddler in a clever shirt that takes you ten minutes to fully “get,” then you’ll just have to gasp in complete and utter disgust and get over it.

In the meantime, as you stare at my post in outrage, I think I’m going to design a t-shirt with this saying for my tween and my teen:

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Source: weheartit.com

What do you think?  Cool, right?


Tiffany Kleiman ~ Author

“I don’t care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as s/he finishes the book.” ~ Roald Dahl, WD

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