In keeping with this week’s inappropriate theme for the eyes of family and young friends (all of whom are closet readers), allow me to share one last story. When Jamie and I were on our honeymoon in Costa Rica, we stayed at this gorgeous inn right on the beach. For the first few days, we had the place to ourselves. And believe me, after three decades of good Mormon livin’ (a.k.a. abstinence), we wanted to be by ourselves.
Enter: The Child. The owner’s daughter. The one who babbled incessantly and would not leave us alone. By the end of our sojourn, we had not-so affectionately nicknamed her “Little Birth Control.”
Little did I know I gave birth to her, reincarnated. As you know, The Hurricane has been more tempestuous than ever lately. Jamie and I were recently discussing our form of birth control and he tossed it over to me.
This alerted Hadley that I had something. That she didn’t have.
She raced over to me and at the top of her lungs, hollered, “I need it!”
“You’d better not need it!”
“Mommy! I need it NOW!”
“No! Do you know what this is called? B-i-r-t-h c-o-n-t-r-o-l. (Note: If Jamie can discuss the ‘O’ word, I figured I could throw out this new addition to her vocabulary)
“GIVE HADDIE NOW!” And she then proceeded to throw the biggest drag-down tantrum imaginable.
Without missing a beat, I calmly pointed to her and replied, “And that is exactly why I need it.”
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