I can remember it clear as if it were yesterday. \u00a0Me, a little kid sitting there with some dinner still on my face and my mom, not hesitating for one second to lick her finger to wipe it off. \u00a0It was just what moms did. \u00a0Or so I thought. \u00a0Until I was about 13, walking through the mall when mom spied something on my face, stopped me, licked her finger and made the approach. \u00a0I don’t know what set off the alarms that day, \u00a0the cute boys standing there that no doubt noticed, but I suddenly realized someone was using spit to clean off my face. \u00a0Ummm…no thanks. \u00a0Never again.<\/p>\n
I swore then and there that I would never do that to my kid. \u00a0Not only was it disgusting, it was embarrassing.<\/p>\n
Skip to the other day. \u00a0Jaia and I took a truly glorious walk to our local Starbucks. \u00a0Jaia had a hot chocolate, me a steamed milk. \u00a0We sat in the oversized chairs by the windows and had a lovely coffee date. \u00a0When we were getting ready to leave, I noticed that Jaia still had chocolate on her face and I grabbed a napkin and wiped. \u00a0Most came off, but not all. \u00a0My options were A) to collect all of our stuff and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up before we left or B) to MacGiver my own solution. \u00a0So I spit a little bit on a napkin and began to wipe her face. \u00a0She let me at first, but then must have realized what was going on and stopped my hand, looking at me oddly. \u00a0Then she says, “Mama, why did you put your wet on me?”<\/p>\n
I immediately flashed back to my own childhood, and that day in the mall, in particular. \u00a0It made me laugh. \u00a0Laugh hard. \u00a0Laugh uncontrollably. \u00a0I had done what I swore I would never do and hadn’t really thought twice about it. \u00a0 Moms lick their fingers or spit on napkins to clean their kids faces because they can. \u00a0And it’s easy. \u00a0And closer than wipes or a sink or bathroom. \u00a0And my outspoken child picked up on it at the ripe old age of three, where as I let it go on for 10 years past that.<\/p>\n
So as I’m sitting there laughing, wishing another mom was in earshot to have heard what Jaia said, Jaia begins laughing at me laughing uncontrollably. \u00a0And we can’t stop. \u00a0And now, all the people who I wished had been eavesdropping before are staring at us for making a ruckus.<\/p>\n
It was awesome. \u00a0That kid is hilarious. \u00a0And probably has a messy face.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I can remember it clear as if it were yesterday. \u00a0Me, a little kid sitting there with some dinner still on my face and my mom, not hesitating for one second to lick her finger to wipe it off. \u00a0It was just what moms did. \u00a0Or so I thought. \u00a0Until I was about 13, walking […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2343"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2343"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2343\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2343"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2343"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/forgetful.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2343"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}