What is an amusing but loving memory when pondering on your children?

Ruby Rose

Ruby Rose

Location: Canadian Prairies
For me, it was when one daughter was a police woman and the other a soldier and both arrived at the house to 'spit polish' their boots together. My husband peeked around the corner and saw this and seeing he was still in the Military, he rushed to the closet and dragged his boots out and, with hopes, he sneaked his in hoping that they would tackle his as well. He hated spit polishing his boots! You could hear my daughters' laughter throughout the whole house...after stating 'No way, Dad!
 

Oh my... too many to post, and too many to remember, but one that stands out for me relates to my second oldest son.

He was really shy until he reached age 3, so when company would arrive and we'd all be sitting and visiting in the kitchen, dear son would spy and peek at us from around the corner, way at the other end of the hallway.

It was the sweetest thing ever. Then someone would get up to go get him and pick him up, and he'd squeal and laugh at the top of his lungs with excitement, running like the dickens to go hide in his room.

Another that used to make me melt, was seeing my kids in their one-piece sleepers with the rubber-soled bottoms on the feet. They always looked so cuddly, warm and innocent... so huggable and kissable.

With roughly 13 months separating my youngest two, they could be terrors, and I always had to watch them like a hawk. Their playroom was the large open rumpus room downstairs, and there, they'd ride their tricycles around and play from morning until night. With the laundry room right next door, and always a basket or two of baby clothes and diapers and things sitting waiting to be folded, and so the two stinkers would get into the diaper laundry basket, round-up a pair of rubber pants each, pull the panties over their heads, and ride around on their tricycles looking like space-Martians.
 

I have 2 sons and a daughter, born in that order within 2 years of each other. They might not say so, but for me it was good times all the way through. But one of my most vivid memories is when they were age 5 down to age 2. I got them each a felt cowboy hat to use for their Easter baskets that year. One of the boys hats was white and the other's was tan and my daughter's was pink, and when they put them on they all looked so gol-dang-freaking cute I could barely stand it. That image is permanently forged in my brain.

But it's just one of thousands.
 
Aunt Marg said:
Oh my... too many to post, and too many to remember, but one that stands out for me relates to my second oldest son.

He was really shy until he reached age 3, so when company would arrive and we'd all be sitting and visiting in the kitchen, dear son would spy and peek at us from around the corner, way at the other end of the hallway.

It was the sweetest thing ever. Then someone would get up to go get him and pick him up, and he'd squeal and laugh at the top of his lungs with excitement, running like the dickens to go hide in his room.

Another that used to make me melt, was seeing my kids in their one-piece sleepers with the rubber-soled bottoms on the feet. They always looked so cuddly, warm and innocent... so huggable and kissable.

With roughly 13 months separating my youngest two, they could be terrors, and I always had to watch them like a hawk. Their playroom was the large open rumpus room downstairs, and there, they'd ride their tricycles around and play from morning until night. With the laundry room right next door, and always a basket or two of baby clothes and diapers and things sitting waiting to be folded, and so the two stinkers would get into the diaper laundry basket, round-up a pair of rubber pants each, pull the panties over their heads, and ride around on their tricycles looking like space-Martians.
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I remember those one-piece sleepers with rubber feet...they were marvelous!
 
Many many memorable instances, one of my favorites:
I was walking down the hallway a passed the kids bathroom where my 7 yr. old daugther was taking a bath... she was practicing various speech intonations for saying the word $h!t. $h!t....$h!t....$h!t....$h!t :LOL:
I'm sure she picked that up from overhearing her mother...
 
Glancing out the window looking in the backyard where my son and daughter were playing, I could see the top of my three year old daughter's head bobbing up and down in a rhythmic pattern. Out of curiosity, I went to the window for a full view and saw my daughter sitting on the head of our Great Dane while he completely ignored her and concentrated on chewing his bone.
 
My friend's husband had Muscular dystrophy... and he was confined to a wheelchair, using a suck and blow system to open doors and turn on lights etc..

My daughter was 6 years old and she'd been learning about farming at school, before we went to a party at my friends house..

My daughter was fascinated by Trevor who by this time could only move his head, and smile ... and still had a little speech though difficult to breathe

She asked ..as young children do... Uncle Trevor what's the matter with you, why are you in that wheelchair ?. He didn't have enough breath to answer her so I explained that he was poorly, and that it meant he was paralysed.

The whole room went silent, as she put her hands on her hips and said ''don't be silly mummy , I think you mean pasteurized ? :ROFLMAO:
 
Back in the day, the airlines would let children travel unaccompanied on short direct flights at the ripe old age of five. Yep, five. My daughter was 5-going-on-25 and she thought she wouldn't mind that at all. It worked out and she flew 3 times by herself before she reached 6.

The second time, we were sitting in the airport waiting to hand her over to a flight attendant, and there was an elderly couple also waiting for the flight, their first time on a plane. The old man was getting more and more panicky, telling his wife that he wasn't going to get on the plane. She was very upset with him. My daughter listened to them for a while, then walked over to the couple and told the old gentleman that she was only 5 and wasn't afraid and asked him if he would feel better if she held his hand on the flight and that she would sing to him if it made him feel better. With tears in his eyes, he agreed to give it a try with her help. At boarding time, off she went hand-in-hand with the old couple onto the plane. She said he told her stories about when he was a little boy on the farm and she told him all about her Barbie dolls.

I was so proud of her for her desire to help the old couple. That's the kind of self-reliant and good-hearted child she was.
 
jujube said:
Back in the day, the airlines would let children travel unaccompanied on short direct flights at the ripe old age of five. Yep, five. My daughter was 5-going-on-25 and she thought she wouldn't mind that at all. It worked out and she flew 3 times by herself before she reached 6.

The second time, we were sitting in the airport waiting to hand her over to a flight attendant, and there was an elderly couple also waiting for the flight, their first time on a plane. The old man was getting more and more panicky, telling his wife that he wasn't going to get on the plane. She was very upset with him. My daughter listened to them for a while, then walked over to the couple and told the old gentleman that she was only 5 and wasn't afraid and asked him if he would feel better if she held his hand on the flight and that she would sing to him if it made him feel better. With tears in his eyes, he agreed to give it a try with her help. At boarding time, off she went hand-in-hand with the old couple onto the plane. She said he told her stories about when he was a little boy on the farm and she told him all about her Barbie dolls.

I was so proud of her for her desire to help the old couple. That's the kind of self-reliant and good-hearted child she was.
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That was a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing.
 
jujube said:
Back in the day, the airlines would let children travel unaccompanied on short direct flights at the ripe old age of five. Yep, five. My daughter was 5-going-on-25 and she thought she wouldn't mind that at all. It worked out and she flew 3 times by herself before she reached 6.

The second time, we were sitting in the airport waiting to hand her over to a flight attendant, and there was an elderly couple also waiting for the flight, their first time on a plane. The old man was getting more and more panicky, telling his wife that he wasn't going to get on the plane. She was very upset with him. My daughter listened to them for a while, then walked over to the couple and told the old gentleman that she was only 5 and wasn't afraid and asked him if he would feel better if she held his hand on the flight and that she would sing to him if it made him feel better. With tears in his eyes, he agreed to give it a try with her help. At boarding time, off she went hand-in-hand with the old couple onto the plane. She said he told her stories about when he was a little boy on the farm and she told him all about her Barbie dolls.

I was so proud of her for her desire to help the old couple. That's the kind of self-reliant and good-hearted child she was.
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Is she just as caring now she's an adult?
 
When my oldest was two, we went to a nearby college to see the Vienna Boy’s Choir. We sat in the front row of the balcony. The choir came on and did two beautiful introductory numbers, both in German. When the applause died down, my son—in a two year old outdoor voice— said, “Are they done yet?”
 

What is an amusing but loving memory when pondering on your children?​

Amusing;
What immediately comes to mind is, our 3 yr old daughter,
belting out the theme song to the movie The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

.....on the toilet


Loving;
Every thing they ever did, every day
There were some bad days, and some ugly days

but

they all turned out pretty damn good
 
jujube said:
Back in the day, the airlines would let children travel unaccompanied on short direct flights at the ripe old age of five. Yep, five. My daughter was 5-going-on-25 and she thought she wouldn't mind that at all. It worked out and she flew 3 times by herself before she reached 6.

The second time, we were sitting in the airport waiting to hand her over to a flight attendant, and there was an elderly couple also waiting for the flight, their first time on a plane. The old man was getting more and more panicky, telling his wife that he wasn't going to get on the plane. She was very upset with him. My daughter listened to them for a while, then walked over to the couple and told the old gentleman that she was only 5 and wasn't afraid and asked him if he would feel better if she held his hand on the flight and that she would sing to him if it made him feel better. With tears in his eyes, he agreed to give it a try with her help. At boarding time, off she went hand-in-hand with the old couple onto the plane. She said he told her stories about when he was a little boy on the farm and she told him all about her Barbie dolls.

I was so proud of her for her desire to help the old couple. That's the kind of self-reliant and good-hearted child she was.
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I got goose-bumps from reading that...real lovely story.
 
Taking home a 7 yr old foster child from the city to my rural home, had to stop to wait for a deer to cross the road. Child hadn't seen one before and demanded in rather a panic 'what is THAT?!?!'. I replied it is a deer. Silence for a moment, then in a tone I'd describe as breathless wonder she asked 'Santa's...?'
 
My son was quite the mime when he was a mere toddler. My dad and I used to watch baseball almost every night on t.v. and my son began copying all the moves of the players. He'd pitch the ball, swing the bat, run the bases and then in front of the telly would suddenly slide into home plate. We would watch this activity in thrall as he was so accurate with all his moves. Football fan as an adult. Figures.
 
HoneyNut said:
Taking home a 7 yr old foster child from the city to my rural home, had to stop to wait for a deer to cross the road. Child hadn't seen one before and demanded in rather a panic 'what is THAT?!?!'. I replied it is a deer. Silence for a moment, then in a tone I'd describe as breathless wonder she asked 'Santa's...?'
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awwwww....awwww....awwwww...:love:
 
One amusing (not loving) memory when I was around 5 years old & my brother was 6.
My brother has always been a pain in the a--. No one in the family liked him, except our mother.
Our mom would take us with her to a market downtown - around 20 miles away.
After we were done shopping, I got in the back seat & we drove home. It was a nice ride home because my brother wasn't in the car.
When we got home, our mom looked in the back seat & said, "Where is your brother?" said, "He's still in the parking lot at the market."
She yelled, "Why didn't you tell me he wasn't in the car?"
I said, "I don't like him; I thought we were supposed to leave him there."

We drove back to the market & he was in the parking attendant's booth, crying hysterically. I thought, "Hmmm....for someone who likes to make me cry, he sure is a crybaby, himself."
 
I have so many wonderful memories of when my 2 children were growing up. One memory I tease my daughter about all the time. When she was in kindergarten she was standing in line and a boy in her class walked up to her and kissed her. His mother got all upset and he said" What was I supposed to do. She looked so Beautiful I had to kiss her." My daughter would tell me to stop repeating the story until her daughter was 3 yrs old and we were at a friend's house and a little boy kissed my granddaughter. I said to my daughter I'll bet you repeat what happened over and over again just like I did.
 
When my youngest was still at the crawling stage, he was mommy's little helper, and boy, when it came to laundry, how excited he'd get to be involved. I'd plop him down inside the laundry basket and out we'd go to the clothesline together... baby squealing with delight all the way.

As line-dried diapers came down off the line, into the basket they'd go, and slowly as the basket filled, baby started to disappear under the fluffy white pile of cotton rectangles.

Once the line was bare, back into the house we'd go, and as soon as I'd set the basket down on the floor, my little helper went to work pulling all out of the basket for mommy to fold. What fun we'd have!

I'd grab hold of one of his little stocking feet and say... "oh no you don't", while playfully trying to pull him out from the basket. He'd scream with joy, then I'd say... "look at the mess you're making", then give him a mock spanking on the diapered bottom, causing him to laugh hysterically.

I miss the baby days something awful.

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Aunt Marg said:
When my youngest was still at the crawling stage, he was mommy's little helper, and boy, when it came to laundry, how excited he'd get to be involved. I'd plop him down inside the laundry basket and out we'd go to the clothesline together... baby squealing with delight all the way.

As line-dried diapers came down off the line, into the basket they'd go, and slowly as the basket filled, baby started to disappear under the fluffy white pile of cotton rectangles.

Once the line was bare, back into the house we'd go, and as soon as I'd set the basket down on the floor, my little helper went to work pulling all out of the basket for mommy to fold. What fun we'd have!

I'd grab hold of one of his little stocking feet and say... "oh no you don't", while playfully trying to pull him out from the basket. He'd scream with joy, then I'd say... "look at the mess you're making", then give him a mock spanking on the diapered bottom, causing him to laugh hysterically.

I miss the baby days something awful.

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I love that story.
 

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