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THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE DIAPER PAIL.
A local author's life with two little ones and a book just out from Random House called, you guessed it, THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE DIAPER PAIL.
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Late as usual. From Loca to just plain Lazy. Yoga Loca. Oh, to be four-and-a-half. 38. Only as far as your headlights. 6:43 a.m. For Reese, on her 13th birthday. Daddy's boy. April 08 May 08 June 08 July 08 August 08 September 08 October 08 November 08 December 08 January 09 Check out my personal blog at www.geralynbrodermurray.blogspot.com. 
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For Reese, on her 13th birthday.
My sweet girl,
I don't know your thirteen year old self yet. I've only known your one, two, three and four year old selves. Thirteen: I don't know if you are wearing long skirts and high collars and then changing at school into tight pants and applying layers of body glitter and red lipstick. Maybe you are hiding behind thick glasses and braces and hanging out in the library. Or maybe, hopefully, you are somewhere in between, part fun, part serious, all you. I do know that no matter where you are, your heart, the heart that I know so well, is still beating strong inside that mysterious teenage self; your kind, tender core remaining, regardless of the clothes you wear over it. I don't know if, at the all too confident age of thirteen, you now think I'm the stuffiest, dullest of women; one who simply doesn't get you. Maybe you don't want to be seen walking down the street holding my hand or god forbid, hugging me or being hugged. So just in case, I want to tell you now, before I forget: once you were my biggest fan, my shadow, my own personal very small and mobile cheering section. I want to tell you. And I want to remind myself. For there will come a day I may forget. When you were just a girl of four, sweet Reese, I would put you down for bed at night and you would say to me with all the sincerity of a holy one: YOU: Mama, you know why I love you the best, the most of anyone? ME: Why angel? YOU: Because I never had a mom before you. You are my first mom. And I will love you forever. You are going to be my mom until I'm 100. ME: OK. YOU: You'll be 100 and I'll be 100 too. I don't ever want to be without you. So, Reese, on this day, on every day from now to 100, remember this - know that you saw me this way once. Remember on the day you get grounded for staying out too late or hanging out with the wrong crowd. Or mouthing off. Or picking on your brother. Remember this when you think I don't understand you or don't care the way you want me too. Remember this when I'm not the mother you wish I was. Remember that once, I was. I was everything you wanted. I was exactly enough and you, you were everything. 3 comments from 3 users
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posted by
ktja
on May 23, 2008 at 10:51 PM
What a great idea to capture this. My son is 4 and my daughter is 10 months. I can't even image either of them at the age of 13. My son told me that he wants to marry me some day. I happily accepted.
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ThatTripletMom
on May 23, 2008 at 10:33 AM
OK, I can barely see the wavy screen in front of me...I need a tissue. I'm such a sap.Thank you for sharing this! posted by
creatress
on May 22, 2008 at 09:03 AM
There IS hope! Don't worry. At 14 1/2 my son is sad about getting older. Why? Because he tells us that his childhood is so wonderful and that we're the best parents in the world. Sure we get attitude once in a while (even at 2 you get that!). But I also still get snuggles, hugs, kisses, thanks and words of appriciation. So don't fear! You'll still be her #1, even at 13!
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