A TALE OF TWO BUNNIES
Recently my Mom has been on a kick to get years of collected “stuff” out of their basement. When a set of eight vintage Playboy Club glasses were offered up to the garbage Gods I immediately snapped them up and proudly displayed them on our wine bar.
My husband, Jonathan, came home, poured a glass of wine and said, “Babe where did you get those glasses, they’re awesome.” I said, “Oh my parents were throwing them out. They’re from when my Dad belonged to the Playboy Club. So cool, right?” Jon said, “What the f-? I learn something new about your Dad everyday.”
I should mention this comes on the heels of re-furbishing an old dresser from their basement where we found a denim vest that said “The Chosen Few” embroidered on the back….it was from my Dad’s motorcycle gang days…huh?
Did I always think my Dad was cool? Actually, did I ever even think he was, Tom, a person, and not just my Daddy? Nope. But you reach an age where your parents’ history becomes, well, cool. It becomes nostalgic and romantic to imagine them younger, fitter and doing their ‘thang. It makes you understand the beautiful scars of their life and how they ended up shaping you.
I never went on a bachelor party with Tom. Didn’t backpack through Europe with him either. Come to think of it we never went on that motorcycle ride together and I never got an invite to the Playboy Club. And I’ll be damned if I have a clue why my Mom, the most innocent lady on the planet, calls him Tiger. Who the hell is this guy? To me he’s just Daddy, the irreplaceable constant and biggest cheerleader in my life. How did I miss a solid 25 years of appreciating this Tom guy?
Naturally, it made me think of my 3 yr old daughter, Chloe. Her rating system of how cool I am goes like this:
-Remembering her crackers and organic vanilla milk = possible 3 stars
-Forgetting her crackers and organic vanilla milk = unforgiveable
-Letting her over indulge in sweets and no bedtime rules = possible 4 stars
-Enforcing bedtime without ice cream = negative 45 stars
The point, it’s not about me and it is only going to get worse as she enters the awful teenage years. This is the Chloe show, and it should be. But she has little perception of me as anything more than the lady with the milk, crackers, kisses and ability to extend playtime. She loves me and I adore her, but she has NO idea who Kristy is….and frankly, she wouldn’t be impressed or care if she did.
So tonight I pick Chloe up from my parents where she spent a day over indulged on ice cream, playtime and fun. At the end of the night I see her snuggle into Grandpa’s lap and she asks him to tell her a story, “the WHOLE story Grandpa” she says. I eavesdrop and hear my Dad say, ”Once upon a time there was a boy named Tommy who liked chasing bunnies, riding bikes and spending time listening to seashells at the beach….”
Chloe hangs on every word. Grandpa is the coolest guy on the planet. The R-rated stories I never knew have become Chloe’s G-rated fairytales. I love it. But, damn it, it skipped a generation. I didn’t know these cool Tom stories when I was 3 yrs old. Then I had a flash forward…
Someday I will be the Grandma. Chloe will be the exhausted Mom trying to hold it together. I will baby-sit her gorgeous kids and after a long day they’ll snuggle onto my lap for a story. I’ll tell them the one about Princess Kristy and the big boat she went on filled with bunnies and a boy named Hugh in a far away place called France where they showed movies all day long for a week. Her children will hang on every word. Chloe will eavesdrop until it’s time to go.
Chloe will thank me for watching the kids and half joking, half curious say, “Really Mom – you were invited by Hugh Hefner to a party on the Playboy yacht on the French Riviera during the Cannes Film festival?” Ha.
I’ll walk quietly into the other room, grab an old photo album, blow the dust off and open it to a picture that makes her jaw drop. I’ll say, “No sweetie, I was just telling a story about a girl named Kristy back when she was cool.” And just like that the torch will be passed.
Written by Kristy McLellan, BuggyLOVE Co-Founder
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