
So I’ve been playing mommy for the past three months and it’s fascinating to watch this little one grow up. She’s been stuck with the nickname Fatima Rex or just Rex. Why? My 18 years old, eejit of a brother (whom I love very much) told some toddlers in my mother’s daycare that the baby is a dinosaur, so they think she’s a t-rex, hence Rexie or Rex. Lol. She sticks her tongue out a lot, much to the delight of the children, they all yell “Oh my God, I didn’t know dinosaurs have tongues, look!”
I was inspired to do this post because of watching my father with Rex, and also for those parents who got it wrong the first time. When I was little, I was a daddy’s girl. I went almost everywhere with him, up on his shoulders, Princess Nikki. When I was born, the nurses placed me in the little bed/cradle by my mother as she slept. My mother woke up to a nurse mumbling, “Hmm, I bet her father came in here and did this!” My mom looked over and my dad had placed a little pillow in there for me, because he didn’t “like how they laid his baby all flat like that!” Haha.
In my teen years, I became my mother’s bestfriend because you can talk to your mother about anything. My father and I are still close, but it’s not the same as when I was a little girl. I see my father now with Rex and it’s amazing how he’s so loving and gentle with her. When she cries, he’s the first one to pick her up. When she’s sick, he looks worried and ridiculously empathetic. When she coos and smiles at him, his whole world seems to light up. I guess I can see in his eyes what it was like when I was little. She sleeps on his chest most days, just like I used to. She’s five months old and she plays him like a fiddle. She’ll cry and look around the room for him. Of course he comes running and she kicks her legs and smiles. I’m not a little girl anymore and I never realized or thought that he missed his own baby girl.
There are many people out there who may not have done the right thing by their child/ren, hopefully they get the chance to experience and correct their mistakes by being better grandparents than they were parents. Give them the chance if you fall into that category. Let them have that second chance.
Nikks

January 18th, 2010 at 9:23 AM
WELCOME HOME!!!! YOU WERE MISSED!!!
Yes, I agree with you on second chances. That was actually one of my “resolutions” for this year. My mother and I have NEVER gotten along and outside of a basic relationship I really have no dealings with her. I told myself this year I would try to be nicer, accept more calls and even try and call her once in awhile. It’s a process, but it can be done. We might not ever be BFFs, but we can definitely be better than we are now.
January 18th, 2010 at 1:13 PM
Thank you, good to be back blogging! I missed all of you!
Now is a great time to make a fresh start, better sooner than later and better now than never. You don’t have to be BFFs you’re right, but one day when you have children of your own, she might be a better grammy than mommy.
January 18th, 2010 at 1:33 PM
That is so true. I also feel like I won’t be the best mom I can be holding on to such hostility so I’ve decided that in order for me to be better than she was I have to start to forgive and let go.
Oh…where are the pictures from the trip!!! I wanna see!!
January 24th, 2010 at 8:15 AM
Grandparents are funny creatures. When I was growing up, I got a fresh one across the lips if they even THOUGHT I was huffing. My son huffs at me, and it’s MY fault; I’m being too mean. I just don’t get it.
January 25th, 2010 at 2:11 PM
I absolutely love it! “Fatima Rex”
My relationship with my folk have strengthened as I’ve grown older. We never said “I love you” until I was a grown man, now we end every conversation with it. I make it point to plant the seeds with my kids, they may not understand or appreciate it now but hopefully they will be able to look back and understand that they are loved.
I haven’t been receiving updates about your new post … anyway I clicked the box again. ((Smile)) Welcome back!
February 17th, 2010 at 8:36 PM
Hey Nikki,
This post really touched me. I am like many people out there who didn’t get to experience being “Daddy’s little Girl.” I feel like I missed out so much, but I’m glad that you had that experience and are sharing it with me, and all of us, now.
Even if the relationships with our parents aren’t the best, forgiveness is truly the best form of healing. Mind you, it doesn’t happen over night. For me, it’s taking years. But it’s worth it.
Thanks for this post Nikki, and causing me to reflect.
Blessings Lady!
February 18th, 2010 at 12:15 AM
Thank you so much for coming by miss lady! You are most welcome! I love blogging, for comments like this make me continue to share the thoughts in my head.
Come back every once in awhile and share with us! Who knows, you might start blogging one day