Thank you to the editors at WordPress for allowing me my Freshly Pressed moment in the sun. Thank you also to those who took the time to read my words and even write some of your own. Being Freshly Pressed has been quite a rush! Needless to say, I didn’t need that third cup of coffee on Friday. Finally, special thanks to those of you reading these non-Freshly Pressed words. I hope you’ll continue to stop by Etiquette from the Trenches!
I was sitting and coloring with Molly when my email notification starting binging like crazy asking me to moderate a flood of blog comments. I checked my site stats and suddenly they’d gone from my humble two-digit stats to three-digits and were climbing fast. What? Could it be? I clicked “Read Freshly Pressed” and there it was – the picture of Molly with the title “Small, Screaming Banshee.” My only thought was, “FRESHLY PRESSED!!! I’M FRESHLY PRESSED!” It was only later that day (much later) that I thought, “People around the world are seeing a horrible picture of adorable Molly attached to the words “Small, Screaming Banshee.” Time to start the therapy fund.
So, in an effort to be fair to my Molly and to perhaps save time and money in future counseling sessions, let me tell you the rest of the story about that infamous tantrum. I realized the errors of my overly ambitious grocery plans, picked Molly up, straightened the mess (as best I could – the kind lady who was dinged by the can helped me), and walked out of the store. On the way out I wasn’t met with glares or eye rolls. Instead, the lady at the flower section handed Molly a cut flower and told her “I hope it’s better soon.” The man who bags groceries asked me if I needed any help and told Molly she’s too cute to be so sad. I may have been mortified by the moment but I’d forgotten that the people working at that particular store know Molly.
To them, she’s the little girl who comes in all the time and greets EVERYONE who walks by with a, “Hi!” The one who occasionally breaks into dance and song to entertain the lobsters. She’s the little girl frequently in wings and a twirly dress. She’s the girl who plays peek-a-boo with the bagger and says “Dank doo” to the cashier who rings up our groceries. They know her. And to know Molly, even to just briefly come in contact with her a couple of times a week in a grocery store, is to love her. Unfortunately, most of you reading my blog don’t know Molly. So, here is Molly in a nutshell:
Molly frequently wears fairy wings to stores and doctors’ appointments. Her favorite place to fall asleep is on her dad’s chest. She breaks into song (loud song) at random moments throughout the day. She says “bye-bye Jesus” when she leaves her school which happens to be in a church. Her favorite book is Go Away Big, Green Monster by Ed Emberly. She loves tomatoes and likes to eat them whole like apples. She mimics her 6-year old sister, wants to be JUST like her. She is sad in the morning when her Dad leaves for work and again when her brother and sister leave for school. She loves dogs. If you’re ever hurt (physically or otherwise) she’ll rub your arm, give it a kiss and tell you to “get ban-aid.” She loves to cook and wash dishes. She is a singer, dancer, and artist. She knows her colors, shapes and ABC’s. (Not because of my stellar parenting but because she’s a little sponge.) She is hilarious. This girl can crack a joke. And, sometimes, she has a meltdown.
She’s my Molly, my baby. And she’s perfect.