So, you know the other Minivan Mom has a nickname for her middle child. We have one for ours as well. (I wonder if all middle children have nicknames?)
Anyway, we call her Nancy Drew. She’s always on the prowl for a good story. She situates herself within earshot of adult conversations at every given opportunity. She can even make herself seem invisible. One minute you’ll be gossiping with a friend and suddenly realize that Nancy Drew has heard far too much for her 11 year old self.
At first we thought it was an annoying nosey stage. That was about 6 years ago. From the looks of it, Nancy Drew’s here to stay. And, she’s taking notes. She’s got the dirt on everyone in this town, and beyond. And, let me tell you, she has got the down & dirty on me too. I swear she’s writing a book. All “Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood” style.
Whenever I catch her listening in, I call her out on it. Usually I just say “Hey, Nancy Drew, go find something else to do.” But, seriously, if she is writing a giant tell-all book, I hope she changes the names. Mine especially.
Our daughter, I won’t say which one, is one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. She would literally give you her last penny if she thought it would make you happy. But she does have another side. This is the side that my husband and I secretly refer to as CJ, short for Calamity Jane. We call her this with the greatest of love, but still if there is milk to be spilled or a glass to break, CJ is sure to be hovering close by. It has been this way forever. When she was 2 she managed to knock over a 4 gallon fish tank onto the carpet in her bedroom, while I had a newborn in the baby tub. That very same day she also managed to somehow color herself with permanent marker clear up and down her arms. There have been tub overflows and stained ceilings and computer crashes on her watch. So you see, CJ has quite a history.
Well, our dear daughter is making her First Communion this weekend, and guess who they’ve selected to carry the gifts during Mass? YUP, that’s right. CJ will be carrying the blessed host along with glass bottles of wine that represent Jesus Christ, while walking up the aisle to the priest. All while an overflowing church, full of family and friends, watches every move these little cherubs make with bated breath. This has disaster written all over it.
(By the way, did I mention that my nick name growing up was “Crash”? Yeah, what’s that saying about the apple…falling?)
But here’s the thing about kids…just when you think you’ve got them all figured out, they surprise the heck out of you! So here’s hoping this is one of those moments.
Good luck to all the children making First Communions this spring and to all children who’s parents have given them secret nicknames, and especially to my very own Calamity Jane.