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I am dating Mr. Perfect. He is so fine. Each time I look at him I am amazed that he has chosen me to be his mate. His full lips part into a warm smile revealing beautiful pearly whites. He’s tall enough for me to wear my 3 inch heels and still find myself 1 inch shorter. He’s in great shape and when he wears his athletic T-shirts those toned arms and chiseled chest beckon me for a caress. I love his scent not his colonge but his natural smell without any artificial fragrance.
We NEVER argue about anything. We merely have disagreements and even those rare moments end with a declaration that we will “agree to disagree”. We have very open, honest and direct communication. While we dont always share a simlar point of view he respects my opinions right to one. In fact our relationship can be describe as a circle of reciprocity.
This man makes homeade chicken soup that he spoon feeds when I am not feeling well. He is bright and well read, never is he without witty conversation or interesting information on a topic of interest. I can take to him to events that require a tuexdo or chill around the way in sneakers and shorts. He fits in where ever we are, always with appropriate conversation to match.
My friends and family adore him, they see how he treats me and thinks he’s a wonderful man. He loves my sons often joking that that he could be their father. This only makes me smile. His mother loves me; she believes that I am an improvement over his past relationship. She thinks we are great together.
He’s a professsional with a great job and and second gig on the side as he believes in generating multiple revenue streams. I love his hustle. He plans dates and getaways making all necessary arrangments and all I have to do is show up. My man is remarkable support offering only kind words and a healthy critique. He has proven him self a faithful, loyal and commited friend in every sense often coming to my rescue time and time again. He is remarkably thoughtful repeatedly going above and beyond to ensure my satisfaction. He expresses almost daily how much he appreciates me and that he is thankful for my presence in his life. Never once has he disappointed me.
My baby picks up a broom, washes dishes and makes wonderful meals not because I ask but because he sees that it needs to be done. When his friends tease him that is he is pu$$y -whipped he replies “Maybe I am, so what? I’m happy! I AM HAPPY!”. He has no issues with me having my friends while he has his and he is all in favor of my “Ladies Nights’ with my girls. He is fully aware that other men find me visually appealing and views their advances as a compliment to him and his sense of taste. My honey plans for ahead and makes it clear that I am a part of his future. He respects me and I respect him. We are nice to each other just because we care for each other. I proud to call him my partner. Isn’t he perfect?
Then I woke up. Ladies and gentlemen, the ideal mate or partner is in our heads and respective imaginations. They say we have to give and take it’s really only a matter of deciding what you are willling to give and what you are willing to take. My description is an interpretation of what I want ideally but I know somwhere within “Mr. Right For Me” may not be Mr. Perfect. The beauty of having Mr. Perfect is that I can always visit him in my mind even after I do find “Mr. Right For Me”. What are 5 key attributes of your Mr. or Ms PERFECT?
Growing up I didn’t believe in fairy tales the way most children do. By six years old I knew Santa Claus did not exit and I have no memory of ever receiving anything from the tooth fairy or easter bunny and as a result I am indifferent as to whether I should preserve or disregard these myths or fairy tales for my own children. I am all for fantasy and daydreaming, but I also encourage the acknowledgment of reality at a very early age. As a result my 7 year old now knows that we make believe Santa is real while my 5 year old is still struggling with acceptance of this concept.
I was a bit surprised when my seven year old lost his tooth and became excited in anticipation of the money he would receive from the tooth fairy. He promptly revealed the miniature trunk provided by the school nurse for transport when I picked him up from his after school program. As I tucked the boys into bed that night I reminded myself that I had to put a dollar bill under his pillow.
I awoke the following morning to a groan of disappointment, “Oh maaan! There is no money under the pillow!” I quickly realized that I forgot to exchange a dollar bill in place of the tooth. With quick DivaMom thinking I suggested perhaps the trunk prevented the tooth fairy from seeing the tooth and he should take the tooth out before bed next time.
Later that night we placed the tooth sans trunk under his pillow and guess what? The tooth fairy forgot! The seven year old was throughly disappointed exclaiming ” The tooth fairy forgot again”! I said “Well she has a lot of teeth maybe she’s busy. Let’s give her another chance”. We gave the tooth fairy a third try and she forget yet again.
After a third night of being forgetful and a third morning of hearing nearly tearful cries of disappointment, I finally confessed “Mommy is the tooth fairy, okay? I will give you money for your tooth.” The response was dead silence as both boys shot me smug looks of disbelief. Sensing their unwillingness to accept my latest revelation I followed up with, “We can pretend she’s real…okay?” Satisfied, they both nodded in agreement.
That night immediately after I was certain both boys were asleep I slipped a five dollar bill under the my oldest son’s pillow. He awoke the next morning smiling with glee, exclaiming “Five dollars! She gave me five dollars! The tooth fairy gave me five dollars!” I said “Yes she did, it was late fees.” The youngest son smiled pleased to see his brother so happy and perhaps in anticipation of when he would be awarded payment for his first tooth. I couldn’t help but to flash a huge grin myself.
I learned a very important lesson from being forgetful a grand total of three times: children don’t necessarily want to know the truth. Even if they know we are only making believe that it’s real, sometimes they prefer a good story. I also realized that I enjoyed them experiencing the fantasy. It turns out that Tooth Fairy is one of the many jobs of a DivaMom. I can do the tooth fairy but I’m not too sure about the easter bunny. But, I’ll wait to see how my boys feel about preserving that particular fantasy.
W. Reid
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