The crack in my rose-colored glasses

I don’t know that I’ve ever been more proud than the day my younger brother and sister-in-law asked me to be a sponsor for my nephew Reece.

As I held him in my arms the day he was baptized, I envisioned this perfect little boy growing up to be a kind, caring man who shared an unbreakable bond with his Aunt Juwee.

That was the day I donned the rose-colored glasses.

Reece could do no wrong – how could he with that easy grin, the twinkling eyes, the hugs for his auntie and the oh-so-frequent “I love yous”?

Now, six years later, I’m left wondering what happened to my little angel.

Oh, he still gives me hugs and kisses, but the hugs sometimes turn into head-locks and the kisses can easily become “Ppphhhlllbbtts” in my face. Yeah, he’s a boy all right – he’s all boy!

He appreciates burps, belches and passing gas – the louder the better – and if he can accomplish all three at the dinner table, well then, I’m pretty sure he thinks he’s king of the hill.

I don’t know why I should be surprised. Having grown up with three brothers, I know all about their rude and crude habits!

Still, I had hoped some of the bad habits wouldn’t carry over to the next generation.

In the span of a couple of years, I went from hearing Reece talk in the back seat of the car about “stunks” on the road (that kind of talk made me giggle) to hearing him ask me last weekend, “Do skunks fart?” and, if skunks fart, does it smell the same as their spray? (that kind of talk made me groan).

If anyone has an answer for Reece, please let me know. I will pass it along to him at our family Christmas gathering – and I promise it won’t be mentioned at the dining room table.

Yes, my rose-colored glasses have cracked a little, but I’m sure they’ll still shelter my tears on the day Reece decides he’s too old or too cool to give his auntie a hug.

I’m just hoping he doesn’t shatter the lenses before that with those giggle-filled, sudden pillow flings to my face.

2 thoughts on “The crack in my rose-colored glasses

  1. We had a good laugh over this blog; it brought back memories of years ago when the Smidt and Buntjer kids were neighbors on the farm and they all went to the old country school south of Ocheyedan. What comes around seems to go around!…. Your dad had a saying that the Smidts remember well, it goes something like this: “it was 20 below and skinnin’ them old skunks and hauling them cattle in a 2-wheel trailer.” I really don’t know what this all means, but that is what the Smidts remember!! You can ask your dad about what he remembers of it….he’ll remember the family well. They were good friends and still enjoy meeting one another to day. We look forward to reading your column every week….keep up the good work!!
    Ed and Mary Ellen Smidt

    • Hi Smidts, Glad you enjoyed the blog. I printed out your comment and gave it to Dad – he had a good laugh about it, although he claims that phrase came from someone else. I don’t know … I think he’ll have to chat with you about it when he sees you!

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