How is it that mom's know everything? Is it just one of those things that comes with being a mother? Like, this one lady I know got this medical condition that she didn't have before after she got pregnant that she'll now always have. It's just part of the deal that came with having her baby. Other people I know had conditions during their pregnancies that went away after the birth. Again, just part of being a mom. So pregnancy just has a way of messing with a mom's health, and I wonder... do pregnancies give moms a seventh sense (because, you know, the sixth one is talking to ghosts) when their child is born? So they just alway know what their child is up to, even when said child isn't in their presence?
When I was about four years old, my brothers were at school and I was playing alone in the basement. I was making masterpieces for my mom with paper, crayons and scissors. After a while, I was worn from being such a prodigy and examined the scissors and thought about how those are also used to cut hair. I decided to see what pleasure the hair stylist gets from slicing hair from scissors, so I took one, just one strand, I'm very sure, of hair from the front of my head and cut it. The sensation was all right, but didn't lead to any dreams of becoming a stylist. Really, I was more concerned about the scissors in one hand and evidence of cutting my hair in the other, and something in my belly told me that cutting my own hair wasn't a good thing. So I looked around for a place to hide this one, just one, strand of hair. My eyes landed on the couch cushion behind me, so I lifted it and hid the hair there, satisfied that it would be gone forever. No one would ever know about my experience as a barber.
In case someone should approach me with a spotlight and questions like, "Where were you Thursday at 11:30 am?" I decided to meander upstairs to the kitchen for an alibi, so I could look like I had just been making my masterpieces, then had gone upstairs for lunch. The moment my second foot touched the kitchen floor, my mother turned around and casually asked, "Meghan, did you cut your hair?" I didn't think she had even looked at me, yet. More astoundingly, I couldn't believe, of all the kabillions of hairs on my head, she spotted the one strand that I had cut!
How did she do that?
It's her seventh sense.
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Well. my very dear, darling daughter about the Mother's Seventh Sense........it comes with the 'Mother's Manual" at your birth! You're wasn't so very, very many pages...but you should have seen your oldest brother's!! :0) Your middle brother? He handed it to me at birth. Interesting Title and only one page thick "If it broke, bent, got lost, was not good behavior, I raise my HAND, I'm sure I'm guilty. Cuff me!" Really fun to read. Love you, Momma
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