Talk Much?

Gretchen got a note home from school yesterday indicating she talked so much at school that the teacher asked us to talk to her about it.  Oh boy.... I was a talker too so I'm sure she got that from me.  The day before, at the first girl scout meeting of the year, she showcased this attribute for me and her troop leader by cutting her off and talking over the other girls.  Sigh.... what do you do with a talkative child?  Steve gently got her to be quiet for five minutes.  He handled it much better than I did... 

It's times like these when I wish my mom were alive so I could hear how she handled me!  I've been thinking about my mom a lot lately.  Her brother passed away a few weeks ago.  I made it to the funeral in Iowa and I was the only family member there besides my uncle's wife.  It was a sad little funeral and it stirred up so many memories and feelings that I think I had been suppressing for a while.   All of my memories of the past are kind of hazy.  Anyway, I realized that I can't hear my mom's voice in my head anymore.  I don't remember what it sounded like as clearly as I used to....  My 40th birthday is coming and I will have lived longer than she did...  I know it's a weird and perhaps morbid thing to focus on but that is my life so.... I must.  At least my kids will not suffer the same fate but they won't appreciate it either since it will be the norm to have videos and pictures of our their entire lives.