the Hokey Pokey
As a Mom, I've learned a lot of things the hard way. Nothing was more evident when I bought Meredith a "Make Your Own Scent" kit for her 9th birthday. Who knew that we'd end up making a still? This particular life lesson applies today even though she turned 21 this birthday. We still giggle about The Hokey Pokey ...
I waved goodbye to my parents on the day after my daughter Meredith's ninth birthday. The house was a wreck. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was end up on the couch now that the weekend was officially winding down, but the adult in me had to get up to finish reports for the next day's meetings. And the mother in me had to convince Meredith to do the final push on her six-week-long class project.
I took a deep breath and found her examining the "Make Your Own Scent" kit I had given to her. "Honey, we don't have time to play."
"Please, Mom. I'm almost finished with my Alaska project. Can we try this first?" She looked up at me with big brown eyes, tiny freckles scattered across her nose.