She Jests

Moments of parenting exist when you realize you’re turning into your parents.  And more than that, your children are growing into little people. 

Last weekend, Scott and I were making our bed and the girls were flipping cartwheels in the wide expanse where we still have yet to decorate.  Mid sheet-changing, Scott decided he needed to flip the mattress.  I agreed as the night before I rolled on his side and suddenly felt like I’d been dropped into a hammock. 

We bought our king size bed a few years ago but we still don’t have a frame.  Our headboard is only held against the wall by the box spring and mattress.  So when he went to flip the mattress, he asked me to hold the headboard against the wall so it wouldn’t fall forward.  I propped my right hand on the headboard and my left one on my hip and waited.  Scott flipped the mattress and started spreading out the sheets.  “You can let go of the headboard now.” Scott said with quite a bit of sarcasm.  “Oh,” I said trying to think of what had distracted me.  Behind me, Emma propped her hand up on the wall and mocked, “I’m still holding the headboard.”  She was making fun of me.  Scott and I both fell on the half-made bed in fits of giggles, repeating her, “I’m still holding the headboard.”  I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe.  Scott and I exchanged glances, with that same look of admiration we got when she learned to walk or wave bye-bye.  All I could think about is the multitude of times we had (in fun) made fun of my own mother.  She was always such a good sport, or always seemed like it.  Maybe I’m wrong but I think I see why.  It’s way too much fun watching your daughter turn into a little woman than be offended by her attempts at humor, even if it is at your expense.