Saturday, September 20, 2008

Little Handprints on the Mirror

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As I was washing my face the other night, I glanced up at the mirror. There were my daughter's handprints. That really grumbled me out. Who did she think was going to clean this up?
Then I saw it. The dead gnat.

We had been invaded by gnats. I hadn't paid much attention earlier in the evening when Addy had announced she was helping rid us of them, but here in front of me was the evidence. Addy had been fighting the fight for our side.

My daughter, gnat-killer, all around good girl. What mother can resist such a calling card? I grabbed the camera.

Guess what's still on my mirror?



Prill Boyle said...

That's a great story, Allyn--an object lesson in not being too quick to judge and in shifting focus to see the world through your child's eyes. My kids are long gone--except for my 25-year old who keeps boomeranging back--but I can relate to your initial reaction. Sometimes it feels like all we moms do is clean up after everyone. What we don't always realize is that our efforts are appreciated, perhaps not in the moment, but in the long run. At least that's been my experience.

Camellia said...

Yah for your side and Addy, the gnat slayer.

Allyn Evans said...

BTW, I want to share what helped me get rid of the gnats.

We poured apple cider vinegar in cups. Covered them with tin foil. Poked holes in the foil using a fork.

And then placed several in the kitchen and bathroom (the gnat gathering grounds). Within 48 hours all the gnats were gone.

You also need to remove fruit and vegetables from the countertops until you rid yourself of the gnats.

And thanks for the comments, ladies!

Carolyn Howard-Johnson said...

Ahh, when you can make a wonderful anecdote out of a squashed gnat, you are truly a writer. Thank you, Allyn.

Carolyn Howard-Johnson

Anonymous said...

WOW! I have been in your shoes before! Looking at the mirror wondering what in the world was my little darling thinking......then I seen the little hand prints the ones that are just not so little anymore. The fact they were on the mirror didn't matter anymore. I was just appreciative to have the little memory. Thanks for sharing your story!