Moments You Don’t Want to Forget

Me and The Tortoise, age 8

I can’t listen to LMFAO’s Party Rock Anthem in the car without  cranking up the volume. It is also nearly impossible to keep my shoulders from dancing or my fingers from tapping the steering wheel. But then add my almost 14-year-old daughter in the car and we might as well install black lights and a fog machine because we sing and sway so enthusiastically you can hear us coming for miles. The car becomes our own personal dance club and recording studio.

While we were stopped at  a light on Sunday, I pretended a small umbrella was a microphone and belted out a few lines in my best Elmo impersonation, causing The Tortoise to start choking on her own spit from laughing so hard. By the time we reached our destination, we were breathlessly silly.

Me and The Tortoise, age 11

“Mom, ” The Tortoise asked between gasps, “Were you always this cool?”

“Huh?” I asked perplexed, turning off the car.

“Were you always this fun and outgoing?”

I shook my head in embarrassment.

“Not outwardly,” I said cautiously, “I have always felt this way on the inside but was too afraid of what other people thought of me.”

“That’s surprising,” she replied.

“Why?”

“Because I just can’t picture you being any other way – you say what you think, you make friends with everyone, you have fun whenever possible and don’t mind laughing at yourself.”

“Do I embarrass you?” I asked concerned.

“Not at all!” she said quickly, flashing a big grin, “I like it.”

“Well, good,” I sighed in relief.

Me and The Tortoise, now age 13

“So when did you change your mind about what other people think?”

“When I became your mom,” I said. “Then I just worried about what you thought of me.”

We got out of the car and headed towards the restaurant.

The Tortoise grabbed my hand in the parking lot, gave it a tight squeeze, “Well, I think I want to be just like you.”

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About My Pajama Days

I am Emily Okaty Wilson, freelance writer, blogger and public speaker. It sounds better than saying I stay in my pajamas all day eating salt and vinegar chips. I claim to be a wife, a mother, a homeschool teacher and a musician. Sometimes I'm funny.
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7 Responses to Moments You Don’t Want to Forget

  1. tuesday2 says:

    Better than any Hallmark card I’ve ever read. You are all blessed~

  2. What can I say but awwww?! :)

  3. Great post! It’s funny how after becoming a mother, the care about what others think vanishes. As long as our kiddies love us, nothing else in the world matters! I look forward to these car rides with my kids soon enough!

  4. Sandi Ormsby says:

    That’s wonderful! My little one is now 6 and she started picking up saying “mom, I love you” in all sorts of funny voices and random parts of the day…but she says it at least a few times a day…maybe more…

    She’ll pick a time when I’m exasperated with her…asking numerous questions and then she will say “Mom…” (yes, Samantha…waiting for the next question) I love you.” and she’ll say it like a robot…or like a Russian soldier…often times copying my tone of voice… :)

    and we’ll laugh. “I love you too!”

    Sandi
    http://www.ahhsome.wordpress.com
    Lake Forest, CA

  5. I have a similar reaction to that song and my children tend to join me.

    Imagine the dance party our families could have if we got together. :-)

    And um.. yeah. Your daughter’s comment turned me into mommy goo. Love.

  6. lexy3587 says:

    Awwww, such a sweet thing for her to say :)

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