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First Casualty of Spring
Posted April 30th, 2007 by Mom |
We have mowed the lawn for the first time this spring. Every time before I mow (B weed eats, edges and cleans up the clippings on the sidewalks, etc.), I tell C and J to help me pick up their toys that have been strewn all over the garage and backyard. If they don’t pick up their toys, I don’t have much sympathy if I happen to miss one of them and it gets shredded by the mower.
Today though, I am a little bit more upset. The first casualty of the mower this season was a red imperial yo-yo. It happened to be MINE! I had let the kids play with it and …
I guess I can chalk this up to the pages of other items that have been sacrificed for the love of motherhood. Such as:
- at least one set of headphones
- my yellow hand-held Sony tape deck that I remember taking to camp YEARS ago that held special sentimental value
- numerous tapes (doubt that anybody will miss most of them - Tiffany, Starship, Chicago, Debbie Gibson) that have been unwound just to watch them unwind (or so I was told)
- at least one Barbie doll that has been beheaded and dismembered
- one beautiful hot pink bottle of nail polish that C found out was breakable when it shattered on the bathroom tile
- and numerous childhood toys that were mine (thanks Mom and Dad for saving them for my children - I didn’t realize how C and J would enjoy them!) that have been loved into pieces.
Considering all the smiles that I have enjoyed seeing on their faces, toys aren’t that important. I’m sure there will be more casualties to come. Happy mowing days are here to stay for awhile!
