Thursday, December 17, 2009

In which I demonstrate my emotional incontinence

It's official.

I am a dork.

Yep. No question about it. Not to drag out the celebration of my birthday into its second week, but the present from my daughter is proof positive of my dorkitude.

You see, I knew what I wanted her to give me for my birthday. In fact, I set the machinery in motion just to make sure it happened.

"Oh, Wonderhubby," I said about a month and half ahead of time. "There is something that I want for my birthday from Roo, and I need you to make it happen."

"Uh ..." he said, looking a little pale.

"It will require you to be just a little sneaky," I continued. "Do you think you can handle this?"

"Uh ..." he repeated, looking a little panicky.

"Because it's something I could very easily buy for myself, but I want it to come from her," I explained.

"Uh ..."

So I told him what it was.

"How do I make THAT happen?" he asked. "Why would she ask me for ideas?"

"Easy," I chirped. "Just go to her and ask HER for help with picking out something from YOU."

"Uh ..."

"And then you can offer up an idea that you just KNOW that I would like from HER."

"Uh ..."

So I waited.

And waited.

Until ...

"Hello, birthday grrrrrl," Roo chirped on first thing in the morning on the day in question.

I smiled at her enthusiasm for my birthday even at 7 a.m.

"Wait!" She disappeared briefly into her room and reappeared with a little package, wrapped in purple ribbon, in her hand.

"Here!" she said, pushing the package at me with a giant smile on her face. "Open it!"

I did.

And I pulled out a little megaphone charm.

The same one the varsity cheerleaders wear.

And in spite of the fact that I knew it was coming ...

In spite of the fact that I had, in reality, manipulated the entire affair ...

I looked at my daughter's shining, grinning face as she happily and lovingly bestowed upon me a symbol of my importance in her world ...

And I cried.

I am a dork.


karisma said...

No you are NOT a dork! You are EVIL...shame on you! But oh how I love you! Now sing me song and all shall be forgiven! hehe!

Ramit said...

Awww, that's so cute! You're not a dork at all. But Evil, yes, I agree with Karisma, but delightfully evil!

Tara R. said...

Then I must be a dork too, this got me all verklempt. Hubby done good.

songbird's crazy world said...

Major cheer mom, aren't you? LOL

I had a pin that read "cheer mom".

anything that creates a bond between mother and daughter is a good thing, you are NOT a dork.

LceeL said...

You ARE going to hide this post from her, right?

nikki said...

You are a dork, but it's okay to cry at things like this. Hell, I teared up just for you!

The Duchess of Wessex said...

Your connection with Roo is so strong... I bet she would have thought of it all by herself!

Still it deserves a big Awwwww!

Burgh Baby said...

Awww, but you're the good kind of dork. That's what matters.

Indigo said...

I guess that makes two of us dorks. I would of been bawling my eyes out. (Hugs)Indigo

Joyce-Anne said...

Awww. I'm a dork too, if one of my daughters end up cheering, that's exactly what I would want (and I KNOW I would cry too).

Suzanne said...


After all the picture taking of cheerleaders, I think the megaphone is most appropriate. :)

Kaytabug said...


I got all teary eyed just reading this!!


Nap Warden said...


Pamela said...

world needs more dorks.

Janet said...

I'm crying too, that's just lovely.

Joanna said...

Awww!! *sniff*

Rachael said...

Aww! Relationships like yours & Roos are the ones that make me sad I'm never going to have a daughter!

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