October 28, 2006
What goes around...
I was fairly certain that I was a perfect child. But Tara is reminding me in many ways that maybe my memory is a little foggy.
This morning, Tara was still in her pajamas, watching cartoons and lazily flopping this way and that on the couch, hanging her head upside down and watching TV in all sorts of poses. I was in the middle of my Saturday cleaning ritual (John would call it my warpath), dragging the vacuum cleaner all around the house. Then I flicked it on in the family room. Vrrooooom. I stop, I heard screaming. What is it? I ask Tara. "YOU'RE TOO LOUD. I can't hear my TV!!!" I switch it back on and mumble to no one: Gee I wish I could be watching TV instead of cleaning. I sounded just like my Mom--because Tara sounded just like me.
Tara is very particular about what she wears. There are some outfits that she is outgrowing though she has never worn them. She wants certain shoes, a specific kind of tights. Getting her dressed to go somewhere can be nerve-wracking! "That doesn't match," she'll say. "I don't like that, maybe in two weeks....That's not the right coat.No, not THOSE shoes..." I remember my mom chasing around from shoe store to shoe store because I HAD to have yellow dress shoes. Nothing else would do. It's all starting to come back to me now. It's maddening!
My dad used to call me the Gypsy because I liked to constantly be on the go. If a friend called, I was out the door. I didn't see the logic in saying no. My mom and dad would have to sneak out of the house if they wanted to go to a store without me. Nowadays, I like to relax on the weekends. Tara has other plans. "C'mon! Let's go! We need stuff from the store! We need milk, juice, lotions. C'mon!"
She is holding my purse and keys. Here we go...
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