|Cleo Louise and her offspring offering|
Oh, wait. First, this lovely red head in the photo is Cleo Louise, our Eclectus. This morning, just before our Easter Egg Hunt at Mom's (a/k/a Nana), Cleo popped out an egg of her own to contribute to the celebration. The timing was quite coincidental. We were literally putting on our coats to leave when she presented us with this lovely item. When I looked at this photo tonight, it triggered a whole cluster of thoughts that brought me to the "mind blowing" concept I mentioned above. So, back to that...
If you are female, I want you to consider the possibility that you've already existed for hundreds or thousands of years. (Yes, please.... DO go back and read it again to make sure you read that right before I expand on this theory). I looked at Allie this evening as we crawled into bed and realized that she is from an egg inside of my body. As women, we are born with all of our eggs already stockpiled in our girlie parts and ready to go the minute that puberty strikes, right? So, when I was born, the Allie egg was already there! And when my mother was born, the Vicki egg was already there....which carried all of the DNA and whatnot that was the Allie egg. So, we are like those little Russian Nesting Dolls! One inside of another inside of another inside of another, all waiting to come out of the previous one and be discovered! Tell me...am I wrong?? Is this not a concept of mind blowing proportions??
Mind you, this whole theory gets a little wacky when you add the male component. Men create sperm as they go along in life, so you really have to reach to find the Russian Nesting Doll theory in action. And truth be told, my mind started hurting, and I kept going back to the mothers, and I couldn't turn the fathers and sons into nesting dolls in my heads. It started getting wacky and they became GI Joes....never mind.
|The Easter Egg scientists hard at work|
|Our little ray of sunshine and her done dozen|
At that moment, I felt like a failure as a mother, but my own mom was there to pull my Easter out of the crapper. "Well, now you know for next year. Don't beat yourself up over it. We will have one of our own for her." And we did. And she loved it. When it was over, she wanted to go back outside and look for more eggs, even though we told her there weren't any more. It was the first Easter Egg Hunt I can remember in my entire life. Mom does a fabulous job of creating a private egg hunt extravaganza.
The moral of this story is that I need to find fellow moms and spend time with them so I can learn about these Momisms in advance. I am preparing to do so at a local play group this week. Oh yes, I am taking action immediately. I'm oddly nervous. Wish me luck. I'll let you now how it goes.