A Thousand Words



I’ve been busy.  Sick.  Busy.  Farmer sick, crafty busy, another Farmer sick, sewing busy.  Sick and busy seems to be the lot of it lately.


I was finishing up edits on some photos in my office last week about the time the two youngest farmers were due home from school.  Miss Is marched up stairs and begged me to help her (this was frantic pleading actually, and it involved a little knocked knee dance).  Frustrated by the frequency of this same scenario day after day, I stuck to my stubborn guns and refused to tag along merely as a spectator.


The dance continued wildly until she gave into whatever it was stopping her and rushed into the upstairs bathroom.  Did I feel bad to hear her simper?  No.  Am I an awesome mother?  No.   Would I do it again? You bet’cha!  But don’t be fooled by all the tough talk, I felt the pangs of guilt as the dam broke.


Once the deed was done, hands washed and pretty pink princess panties no longer in knots, she came back in without a word.  “See, you don’t need me.”  Congratulating her success – and mine too – I finished up the last photo.  “Umph.” was all I got in return.   Apparently Miss Is was busy too on the opposite side of the desk with a scrap piece of paper and a very pink highlighter.


A few moments later, she rounded the corner and with all the attitude a six year old diva can muster she showed me this and said very sweetly, “This is what I thought of you yesterday…”



(The only thing missing is the meadow of wildflowers I’m skipping in.)



“And this is what I think of you today.”  The tone was no longer sweet.  Is then proceeded to flip it at me and storm out of the room, slamming the door with extra gusto behind her to drive the point home and in her mind, the dagger deeper.




(Fire and brimstone or a dark, dreary castle in Transylvania?)



I laughed.  Hysterically.  I almost had to do the same knocked-knee dance that got us into this mess in the first place.  I wanted a daughter and oh boy did I get one!  She didn’t have to yell at me, call me names, tell me how much she doesn’t like me or how she doesn’t want me to be her mother anymore.  All she had to do was draw me this, it’s worth more than a thousand words and definitely a few giggles too.


  1. Connie said...

    I can't wait to see her as a teenager when the hormones start oozing outta her eyeballs, ears and mouth, sugar! See......I told ya so....

  2. mandbrid said...

    Oh boy! That was a doozy! I almost peed my pants too....
    Julius slipped me a note under my bedroom door one day that said "Mom, I don't like you." I thought it was hilarious that he would choose to express his feelings that way. I wrote back - "Yes, you do! You love me and I love you too!" and slipped the note back under the door to him.
    A few days later, I found the note hung up in his bedroom (with the nasty words ripped off). Don't ya just love 'em?!?

  3. Lora said...

    I thought girls were sugar and spice and everything nice..... I should know since I have three of them :) UMMMMM girls, ummmmm girls are.......girls CAN be nice, if you are giving them everything they want ;)

    To funny, I love the way she dramatically gave you the pictures, she is working that 6 year old diva thang :) Hang in there, find a big anchor and get ready for the big teenage storm!!

  4. Dianne Sims said...

    I am so excited for what I have to look forward to. :) It only gets better from here right?