Ugly Mom

Dear Diary,

Today is my little girls birthday--halfway to adulthood. It's been an extremely tough year for her, but thanks to God she is doing wonderfully well, and back to her normal adorable self.

She's wearing glasses now and prefers the thick black framed ones over the wire--so do I. Who wouldn't--she's adorable! So, the other day I ask her, "Do you want me to wear my black glasses to school tomorrow too, so we can look the same?"

Too quickly, she answered, "No... uh... that's ok."

"Oh, ok then," I said not wanting to push the issue.

"Well, Mom," she added, "I don't mind if you wear your glasses, but I just don't want you to have to be 'ugly Mom' for a day--that's all."

Ugly Mom? Is that what my family thinks of my glasses? I picked them up in hopes that I'd look like Michelle Pfeifer's character in "I am Sam," but instead of being Michelle, I'm Ugly-Mom.

So, IHOP into Maddy's room that night to lay a few kisses on her cheek as she tries with all of her might to redeem herself for the Ugly-Mom comment that made the whole family crack-up just a half hour before.

"Mmmmm.... you smell great," she said with eyes half closed.

"Really? You like my smell?" I ask.

"Yeah, you smell like Brocolli soup..." she lays back, eyes still half closed taking in the scent of my veggie packed aroma.

So there you have it, I'm Ugly-Brocolli-Soup Mom, but I'm loved.

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