No More Poker Face
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
Sometimes my kids make Â great observations Â and at other times, theyâ€™re more like court reporters, capturing every utterance.
Iâ€™d heard that Dark Revelations got a review from RTâ€™s
Book Reviews magazine, Â so Â we Â ran Â over Â to Â Destin Â for Â a pleasant dinner, then by Barnes and Noble to pick up the magazine (and Â dance around the store while I read the review aloud to the girls!), and Â then to Publix for chai, magenta-huedÂ gladioli, Â and Â raspberriesâ€”sweet!Â Itâ€™s Â too expensive for my regular shopping, but I like to drop by for special items and when I want to try new things.
Publix is my favorite local grocery store, not just for the Â upscale Â variety Â of Â foods, Â but Â because Â itâ€™s Â another â€œmanâ€ store. Â I see more Â single men Â there Â than in any other grocery store around here, mostly Â out Â late to buy groceries for the week on a non-Saturday Â or often stop- ping by on the way home from work. Usually theyâ€™re very friendly until they notice I have children and then off they go. Câ€™est la vie! If theyâ€™re frightened off in a grocery store, theyâ€™re not strong enough to be my man. Iâ€™ll consider it â€œpre-screening.â€
Naturally, we ended up spotting a great sale on house plants and I Â was in the market to replace Â a couple Â of droopy-looking ones in the house. It took a while to load everything carefully into the cargo area of the car.
So when I made the first big turn out of the parking lot and onto Â the highway, Â everything Â in the back went swish…sway…CRASH!
And I went, â€œAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIEEEE!! And the girls went into hysterics, laughing.
Thatâ€™s when Â Shannon Â Â Â Â Â Â Â noted Â that Â Â Â Â Iâ€™ve Â Â Â Â become more…expressive. Â Iâ€™ve Â always Â considered Â myself Â open, but maybe I havenâ€™t been as open as Iâ€™d thought. Some- time in the past year or two, Iâ€™ve started showing how I feel. When Iâ€™m angry, they know. When Iâ€™m sad or upset, I donâ€™t hide it. When Iâ€™m happy, they get the biggest kick of all out of that.
â€œLike when we were playing with Grendel,â€ Aislinn pointed out, Â referring to a few nights ago when Aislinn andÂ I Â played Â keep-the-ball-away Â on Â the Â floor Â with Â the puppy. Shannon was lying on the floor, concentrating on homework, Â and Â I kept Â tossing Â theÂ tennis Â ball into her crotch and a split second later, the puppy would dive for the ball, catching it just as he flattened his face against the seat of her jeans. It took her a while to catch on as to why he was so frisky, but Aislinn was giddy over my own gig- gles.
â€œYou were happy and it showed,â€ Aislinn added.
Iâ€™m not quite sure when this happened. I guess I did- nâ€™t realize how much Iâ€™d been holding in.