That sam I am that Sam I am I do not like that Sam I am
Published on May 19, 2005 By Charissa Kaschel In Misc
Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave had 23 sons and she named them ALL Dave? Well she did, and that wasn't a smart thing to do, You see when she wants one and calls out "yohooo come into the house Dave." all 23 Dave's of hers come on the run. This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves as you can imagine with so many Daves. And often she wishes that when they were born, she had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn. An one of them Hoos-Foos, and one of them Snimm, and one of them Hot-Shot, and one Sunny Jim. And one of them Shadrack and one of them Blinkey. Another one Stuffy, and another one Stinkey. Another one Putt-Putt, another one Moon Face. Another one Marvin O' Gravel Balloon Face. And one of them Ziggy, and one Soggy Muff. One Buffalo Bill and one Biffalo Buff. And one of them Sneepy, and one Weepy Weed. One Paris Garters and one Harris Tweed. And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt, and one of them Oliver Boliver Butt. And one of them Zanzibar Buck Buck McFate. But she didn't, and now it's too late...

When I grew up, my mom used to read Dr. Seuss to us over and over until we had practically memorized all the Key Stories. Last night we had Sister's Night and we spent the whole night reading Dr. Seuss. It amazed me how many of them women had never heard of Dr. Seuss, or had only heard of the most familiar being Green Eggs and Ham, or Cat in the Hat. I realized that one of them childhood foundations I had, was really only unique to my family and that everyone hadn't grown up "as lucky as I."

Then I started thinking about my child and the days to come. Would I want my child to be brought up like I was? Would I want him to remember all the great stories we read, or the fun times we had. I remember thinking as a child how awful my parents were and how I was determined to never be "like them." But now, as I face raising my own child, I've begun to realize. I"ll probably be more like them that I ever imagined.. and that's not really so bad.

Over the last few months my parents and I have grown so much closer and their opinions mean so much more (isn't that always the way). And I must admit, that while yes at times I still disagree... I hope I do nearly have as good a job with my children as they have done with me.

I love my parents dearly and one day I hope, to give them a grandchild (who will never be the pope). Ok I'm done with the rhyming, it's not in my tiiming.. ahhh.. Man Dr. Seuss gets to you. But I know that when we say to our kids " I hope you have a kid just like you" what we are really saying is "I love you and hope one day you'll be able to love someone the way I love you" and I only hope that in my life. that's true."

Comments
on May 19, 2005
A child is always confuse somehow when he/she thinks he hates his parents. Because he's not getting what he wants when he wants it. And then as we get older and eventually have children of our own, realise just what mom and dad were saying and why they did what they did. And then we hope to be just like them! Life is funny that way. Parents are a joy and so are kids. It's wonderful you love your parents and are enjoying their wisdom now. Sounds like your child will be just as lucky to have you as a parent!
on May 19, 2005
Thanks.. I sure hope so.. glad I have a few more months to prepare that's for sure