Words Unspoken
Friday night, well ensconced in our Friday Night Ritual (Dinner at Chili’s with Amelia and The Guy On My Couch, followed by a trip to The Target Store, which, of course, is a sacrosanct tradition), she marched around the store, proudly showing off her pink Starbucks Cake Pop.
No matter how full of my sour cream and cheese she is, she insists upon a Cake Pop that she eventually feeds to The Guy on the Couch. Pure happiness for a buck-fifty.
Can’t beat it.
She’d found herself a bright green sparkly hat which she proudly wore during the times that she hadn’t placed it upon the head of The Guy on the Couch – they’d been playing some game with it while I grabbed food for the week.
Eventually we wound our way, just as we always do, to the Legos. Carefully, she had to inspect each box to find the one that she wanted. She vacillated between a lighthouse and a dinosaur but eventually ended up choosing a teeny red speedboat. A good, solid careful choice.
Soon – too soon for me – it was time to go home. Lovingly, she’d placed the clearance Hello Kitty Backpack onto her back, marching toward the checkout with a bounce and a wiggle.
“Lookit my Pack-Pack, Mama! It’s HELLO KITTY.” She turned and swiveled around so that I could admire it as we stood there unloading the cart.
“It’s beautiful, Mimi-Girl,” I replied, just as I had the last twelve times she’d showed it off to me.
“Can I show Dada?” She asked coyly, fluttering her eyelashes at me. “He home from work yet?”
“Yes, Mimi,” I replied. “I just talked to him – we’re going to grab him some dinner to take home to him.”
“Can he put me to bed?” She asked for the fifty-fifth time that night.
“Yes, Baby, he can put you to bed,” I replied for the fifty-fifth time.
“Mama, we’re at sixteen,” she pointed at the check-out lane. “Dere’s five-teen and seventeen,” she carefully showed me. “Why?”
“You chose it, Mimi,” The Guy on my Couch who is endlessly patient with her questions. She tilted her head up to him coyly, “You like my Pack-Pack, Big Ben?”
“It’s beautiful, Mimi,” he replied for the thirty-eleventy-niner time.
She spun and twirled in front of the mirror next to her, admiring her Pack-Pack. “I love you, Hello Kitty Pack-Pack.” I giggled at her pronunciation of the word, “Backpack.”
Eventually she got tired of preening in front of the makeshift mirror and turned to the lady in line in front of us, who had been casually watching my daughter twirl and whirl.
“You like my Hello Kitty Pack-Pack?” Amelia asked.
“Yes, yes I do,” she smiled down at my beaming daughter.
She turned to me and spoke, “How old is she?”
“Just turned three,” I replied proudly.
“Man, she’s such a chatterbox. I can’t believe she talks so much! My child is about her age and she doesn’t speak quite so well.”
I beamed, ear-to-fucking-ear.
If she only knew.
Yay. Happy for how everything turned out.
This post is full of AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!
You know I love me a good Mimi story. Mimi Monday should be a thing !
OMG. F-yeah!!!! *tears*
Pack-Pack..my son used to say it that way too. Mimi is so full of the AWSHUM
Way to go Mimi!
That had to feel amazing!
It’s the little things!!! Oh and do tell her my 25, 17 and 14 yr old girls LOOOOOOOVE Hello Kitty!
😀 that is amazing! WTG Mimi.
She’s such a little miracle. And my heart just melted when she said “pack-pack”. That’s what my daughter called her when she was 3 as well. Ah, memories!
I love this post! *tears, happy tears*
Aww, this deserves so many doors! What a great evening 🙂
You made me cry, slore! <3
*stands up and applauds* Well done, Bex. Well fucking done.
And Mimi? Pack-Packs are AWESOME!
Also beaming. And perhaps on the verge of crying. But mostly beaming.
Talk about make your day wonderful!!!!!! I love, love, love acknowledgement about kids, but this must have made you burst with joy and pride.
Also, I love me a great pack-pack.
She needs a great big pack-pack to take all the names and numbers of all the asses she’s going to kick on her way to taking over the world! GO MIMI!!!!!!! I absolutely LOVED this story. 🙂
Love you. Love Amelia. I’m beaming right along with you. <3
*Chills*
Lady, you have that liver-punch of a last line down to an art form. Is there something in my eye?
Aww! I’m kvelling. 🙂 Couldn’t love that baby more if she was my own flesh and blood!
damnit, Becky, this just made me cry and have teh goose bumps. I motherfucking love you!
indeed….if she only knew…. makes me so happy to hear stories like this
Aaaaw, this just made me smile from ear to ear…and I needed that.
Happy dance time!
My daughter called it a “Pack Pack” too for the longest time. Now. we all do it and she’ll say, “BACK pack”. Like we don’t have a clue. Frankly, I like pack pack better.
The whole time I was reading the post I was thinking about before when it was unsure if she’d ever have any words. Made my heart so happy to read. She truly is an amazing little girl.