Milestones

Twenty-two years ago, at 2:54 pm, I become a mother.

When I posted on Facebook to wish my fabulous daughter a Happy Birthday, I wrote, "I would love to do it all over again."

Wouldn't it be nice to have the stores of wisdom, patience, and good humor that I possess now as a newly minted mother? All the crying over spilled milk, literal and figurative, would evaporate under the light of understanding this: don't sweat the small stuff ... and it's all small stuff.

My friend Denise replied to my wistful remark, "Absolutely, any day of the week. But I'm not up for the months of little and interrupted sleep."

Oh yes, sleep.

Been there, done that.  I'll wait until I'm a grandma.

We are like two bumps on a log. My husband and I.

My husband would say to me about right now, "Being called a bump on a log is not a compliment."

I would respond, "You know what I mean."

My husband has become an expert at translating Ninette. He has logged over thirty years of time perfecting all forms of Ninette, written, verbal, and non-verbal. It has been a requirement of the job.  Since I grew up in a home where my parents' first language was not English, veering off the beaten path when it comes to colloquialisms is par for the course.

Ha, did I just use those two phrases correctly?

When I say we are two bumps on a log, we are inseparable. We are strong. We are enduring.

Sounds like a compliment to me.