To Share or not to Share?

During our breakfast discussion yesterday morning, I was busy washing dishes while Mya was professing her love for grapes.  I chimed in stating grapes were one of my favorite fruits as well.  She wanted to know why. So I rattled off the versatility that grapes possess.  On one hand a cold fruit, but also a raisin and even further a juice.  Naturally, my mind then wandered to wine...to share or not to share? Hmm...perhaps over her head but I went for it.  (This very thought process has more than once come back to bite me in the ass)  She, of course, wanted to know more about the delicious tincture I spoke of. I explained a bit but assured her this was something she could not taste until adulthood. She questioned why and I told her if she drank too much she could get sick.  So we had established that drinking could wait until later years. Oh what a light Monday morning conversation! So then she says "Ok Mommy. I will only drink it once a day!"  To which I retorted, "How about once a month?"  Again, she thought that a reasonable compromise and went along day dreaming about this magical land called "adulthood."

There was a moment or two of silence, dishes clamoring, an occasional glance at her which was, each time, met with a smile, all the while her "brain hamster" at full tilt. Suddenly the silence was broken and she declared, "Mommy, when I grow into a big mommy I'm going to be JUST like you!"  <GASP>

Now part of me wanted to scoff at this goal and tell her to set her sights much higher than this.  That I was crazy, frenetic, emotional, impatient, neurotic--just an all-around whack job.  Wanted to assure her that I was nothing she'd want to be.  But then I held my tongue and decided instead to relish in the moment.  Basked  in the split second that my little girl wanted to be just like me.  Allowed my heart to melt for an instant and thanked her for the compliment.  All the while knowing full well that five years from now she will be fully armed, capable and willing to share each and every one of those short comings with me (probably verbatim).  I figured I needn't beat her to the punch or give her any more ammunition than necessary.  I will let her figure these things out on her own. <Whew, crisis diverted!>

All this to say is, there are glimpses in motherhood (albeit few and far between) that I don't completely f**k up and those moments inspire me to trudge on.  Hope your day leaves you feeling the same :)