"BIRDIES" For Abby

Our little Abby loves when we sing to her.  And she likes to sing herself, but she's a little shy.  I go through a whole repetoire of songs when she's at my house.  I made this one up on Saturday morning. She had me sing it at least 12 times.  It was a hit!  Who knew I had such talent?

I love being a grandma!

Birdies fly high....high in the sky,

They use their wings to fly, fly, fly.

Birdies fly high....high in the sky,

They use their wings to fly, fly, fly.

Birdies in trees, say tweet tweet.

They're looking for buggies to eat, eat, eat.

Birdies in trees, say tweet tweet.

They watch for good buggies to eat, eat, eat.

GUILT TRIP

Ring….ring….    Good afternoon! Queen of guilt trips speaking. Our special today includes our sizzling crispy guilt-trip burger with a side of our seasoned curly guilt fries and a large ice cold I told you so. Can I take your order?

I’ve been told recently by someone close that I’m the queen of guilt trips.  This was quite a slap in the face to me.

My mama was the Irish version of a Jewish mother when it came to guilt-trips. She was a handful - long story.

Anyway, I’ve made it my mission in the last 15 years or so to avoid making people, especially my children, feel bound by guilt. I often think I go overboard and forgo saying things when they need to be said out of fear that I will cause guilt or shame.  But I also think that like everyone, I may do some things without even realizing it.  I don't want to be the "you neva caull me" mother. 

So, I’m bummed. I didn’t see that coming.

Oy vey, they think I'm meshuganah! Now I've got shpilkes in the Geneckteckessoink and I'm feeling verklempt…