The National Izquirer

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Iz asks a lot of question. I like to call most of them brain-numbing; that is, I really have to think about the answer or how I will answer after she asks a question out-of-the-blue, like “Is it raining in Florida?”

Usually, most of her question are good questions. And, I concluded a while ago that with her questions, she’s just trying to figure out life. Little does she know that figuring out life is what most of us still continue to do on a daily basis.

After we dropped Nathan off at the high school to catch the bus to the hockey game, Iz said, “Daddy said when he was 28 that he didn’t want kids.”

I said, “Really?” (Now I knew he probably meant he didn’t want kids at that point not that he didn’t ever want kids.)
She asked, “If Daddy didn’t have kids, where would I be?”

Whoa. I didn’t see that coming. I sensed this might turn into a birds and bees conversation. I recalled one with Nathan when his stepmother became pregnant.

I tried to explain the egg and seed concept at a very high level to Nathan. Nathan then asked, “How did the seeds get there? Did she swallow them?” I laughed to myself, and then I knew that it was too early for this conversation. I did what every good parent does in this delicate situation. I changed the subject by asking, “So, do want to get a Happy Meal for dinner tonight?!”

Anyway, I said to Iz, pondering whether to be honest or give a very general answer that might not produce more questions, "You wouldn't be." Alas, Iz is just too damn smart for me!

She said, “No. I’d still be in your tummy and Quinn would be my Dad.”
I said, “Well, um,” and before I could say anymore she asked, “You have an ex-husband?”
I felt like I was on a Barbara Walter’s special, when I answered, “Yes” in shock.
She then asked, “Why did you break up?”
I then said, “Since when are you working for the National Enquirer, Iz?!” In about five seconds, I got over my surprise at her question, and I said, “I’ll tell you someday, Iz.”
She said, “Okay.”

To be honest, I had to think about the answer myself. Despite being brain-numbing, her questions always gave me pause for thought, deep and good thoughts. Sometimes I wondered whether I gave birth to a beautiful little girl or a beautiful little girl who always reminded me to think about everything in life. Actually, it was both.

Every now and then, I can’t believe I have an almost seven-year-old. (When my Mom was my age, I was 21!) It’s funny though, because even though I know how old I am, I never feel old.

With Iz, I feel that I was given a second chance at life; I was destined to be in her life and she was destined to be in mine. Some days, I do feel old when I look at my driver’s license or when I send off a check for my high school reunion; however, most days I think half the reason I don’t feel or look my age is because of this beautiful little girl, Iz. ♥

The Power of Xmas Plastic Bags and Buttery Butterscotch Cut-outs, Don’t Stop Believin’ Note: On the way home from the hockey game today, Nate texted me to tell me that they won 3-1. He said he’d be back in 30 minutes to which I responded “K.” Then he texted back: “The lunches were a big hit.” Super Hockey Mom! I’ve got my helmet. Now, where’s my cape?! ♥

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