I had no energy to put on another Pot of Tea for my company(children) on their day off. I can dream about it and the time that they tell me Grandma would take with her children. Anne Murray was a reminder of what I should have been doing when I came in from work, yesterday; instead of "napping" again. I made up for it by being awake for the blast off this morning. Talks about teen life and kid life and woman life and maternal wanderings, pucker the landscape of tumultuous communications on the small moments before the bus comes to carry my guests off to their school days. "Mommy I forgot to do my homework" That is when I remember that Grandmas, it is said, used to greet her children with a cup of milk and cookies on a tray and oversee the homework that they did. That is why they were all geniuses. I am not in her league yet. Anne Murray was the setting for me to determine again to take up my mind and get about the business of mothering when I am home and stop giving in to the menopausal pull of the bed gravity and Put on another POT of Tea.
It was another boring report card day, Thank God. I had my speech about what I want from my children which is carefully crafted from my fathers files. I like this grade and this is what I want to see all of the time. Tony Bodden's files of report card speeches are my inheritance from him. I can't get away from him no matter how I try. The children laugh because as I get to the second sentence and the finger starts tapping on firmly on the surfaces, they say who is that you are mimicking. They really know who it is. :) I love the fact that they come in with whatever grade and have no fear of the consequences. I lived and studied under such a torment that I get a real kick that they have none of that. Ben tries to get me to put some tooth into my words about those things, but I simply cannot. So far they are doing decently and I don't want geniuses. I want responsible, reliable and really really useful as Thomas the Tank Engine calls it. I love their laid back attitude about life and things and not the cowering of fear of death hanging over them. Every once in a while when they get too slack I threaten them that I will tell them the story of the Latin Regents. NO!NO! they don't even want to hear the threatenings that I went through. That is enough to make them tow the line. I love that. It is called virtual threatenings. We laugh about it now and they look at that, as anger to avoid. We all have it. It is just where we put it. My Daddy put his into me. I will always use it and I will always love him for it.
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