Inspired by the lovely Tabulous I am going to share a totally awkward moment from my life today.
For those of you who don't know, my Fiancé is in the business of baby makin'....well, I guess the past-tense is appropriate here, since there has not been one birthed since 2006. His tag line should be: Fiancé: No Babies conceived since 2005!
I digress....anyways, his oldest just turned 7 last Monday and she is the sweetest, kindest and smartest 7 year old I know. I refer to her as Kiddo, and her younger half-sister as Little One. I adore both, and we are currently in court litigation about visitation rights for Little One...still haven't seen her since September of 07...but that's a whole other story.
Back in September of last year, Kiddo put me in a painfully awkward moment, bless her little heart. It was one of our weekends with her and we had been getting ready to build a fort (this was the same weekend as the crazy hurricane force windstorm we had in Ohio, and our power was out so we had to get creative with the entertainment) and something someone said must have made her think of this. She looks at me and says,
"Oh! I have a secret to tell you, but you can't tell Daddy!"
I looked over her shoulder at her father and winked and said to her,
"Okay, lets go into the bedroom and you can whisper it to me there."
I honestly had no clue what she was about to tell me...I sort of thought it might have something to do with something her mother said about her father, but I never would have guessed the next thing that came out of her mouth.
"My mommy thinks your chubby. But I told her you really aren't!"
I tried to keep the composure on my face as I felt the angry tears (I'm an angry crier to the max) beginning to swim behind my eyes and say this as nicely I can in such a very awkward moment,
"Well you can tell your mommy I don't like to say mean things about people, but thanks" or something like that.
I proceed to slyly (I didn't want Kiddo to see me telling him, because I promised I wouldn't) pull Fiancé into the kitchen and give him the run down of what was said. He gave me a "No effing way" look and asked if I was okay and I said no, not really, but that we'll talk about it later then I went to call my sister outside.
So via her (then) 6 year old daughter, my Fiancé's ex called me fat. This is the same woman who used to call Fiancé fat when he was actually very muscular and fit and would make fun of his favorite bands. She's childish and conceited and just a huge bitch.
I was upset, because yes, I was a chubby child and for a moment, I had a flashback to the 3rd grade when the name calling started, but more so I was upset because Kiddo's mom was sending a 6 year old the wrong message about body image. No one should even be thinking about such things at that age.
Kiddo has never said another word about the size of me...but I still wonder what other things her lovely mother tells her about me. I strive to be a good role model for Kiddo, and hope that it pays off in the long run when Kiddo grows up and sees how mean her mother really is.
I always tell Fiancé she is going to get it one day (Kiddo's mom that is) for all the bad karma she puts out....that or someday in the distant future, after Kiddo is 1all grown up I will get to speak my peace with her....and I'm positive the words spiteful bitch will be involved.