by Latonia Griswold

Created on: May 21, 2008   Last Updated: May 28, 2008

How funny the little or most important things that we forget as parents. One day 26 yrs ago, my Daughter was then 3 yrs. old. I was running around the house. Had gotten up and gotten her dressed, me dressed and started cleaning my house. The way I clean, I start in the back and work my way to the front of the house. So this morning, I started in my bedroom. I cleaned and made the bed. Dusted, after emptying ashtrays and removing cups taking them into the kitchen and putting things in there rightful places. I went on to the bathroom, there I began to empty the trash cans, cleaning that room. Never minding the time of day I just stuck with it. I continued to clean the shower and the toilet and prepare mop water for my bath and kitchen floors. I always vacuum and mop last. All of the time my three yr. old is following in behind me just watching. I next start on her bedroom doing the same things that I did when I went through my own. Only this time removing kid things, toys back into their rightful places. Making her bed, and picking up dirty laundry she throws everywhere. With my daughter still on my heels I then move into the living room. Cleaning and sweating. I start picking up things and putting them in there places. My girl just kept right up with me. She did keep grabbing me and I never paid attention, too busy cleaning and very into the moment. I knew it was getting close to feed time for her, but still thought nothing of the time. I went on to move on into the kitchen. By the time I got there and started my dish water while throwing everything into the water. Which I always do first. My daughter watched as I grabbed a paper towel and wiped sweat from my forehead she just grabbed the end of my shirt tale and tugged really hard this time, looked up into my face, which finally for some reason made me look down into hers and she had this soft, quirky whilst mean look on her face as she stuttered the words out of her mouth saying them as loud as a three year old could. "Feed me you fool!" I looked down and couldn't dare get angry with her. Which was my first intention, until I looked at the clock on the wall. It was going on one pm in the afternoon and she still hadn't eaten breakfast. I picked her up and told her how sorry I was that I had forgotten to feed her. I felt so bad. But I also laughed and told that story so many times since then that people still laugh about it today.

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