My Dad and my wife always had a very special relationship. He knew that I had prayed for the “right one” for a long time, and when he met her for the first time, he knew I had found her. The two of them just clicked. It was awesome to see! What was also evident to me was the fact that he had a lot of respect for her (both for simply who she was and also for her profession–she does Daycare out of the home now, but back then she was a Social Worker and had seen and experienced a lot of things which produced insight and wisdom that I could tell he admired).
My wife has much more of a forthright personality than I do (probably another reason my Dad was fond of her). But she can also be…well, no other way to say it….she can also be rather “blonde” (after all, it is her natural hair color). She’s never been “ditzy blonde” like the stereo-type we’re all familiar with (you know, like the On Star call many have heard where a woman has apparently locked herself inside her car and has to be talked through how to pull “the shiny thing” [door handle], only to discover that the keys were in the ignition the whole time). Nope. Nothing like that. Just “blonde” to the point that it has produced a few events we like to call “Bethisms”.
She has had quite a few over the years, and most of them seem to jump back and forth between doing her nails and baking in the kitchen. It’s kind of like watching a tennis match. I’ll be the first to tell you that she is great at both of these things. But not only do these Bethisms occur mostly in these two areas of her life, they occur with the same incident happening–every time.
She has done her own nails for years and is very good at it (putting fake nails on and then painting them). The first Bethism happened right here in our home one night as she was doing her nails in front of the T.V. As we were watching a show, I and our boys suddenly hear, “Oh, crap!!”. I look over at her and she’s leaning back on the couch, holding her fingers together above her head. An odd sight, to be sure, but I thought I would wait for an explanation. She’s laughing, but there’s something different about it–something uneasy. She then proceeds to tell me that she has glued the thumb of one hand to the finger of the other–and in case you aren’t aware of it, fingernail glue sticks like superglue. So she’s laughing–also because she’s leaned back so far into the couch that she can’t get herself back up with her fingers glued together like that–and repeating, in no particular order, “Dang it” and “This is really gonna hurt” and “Oh crapcrapcrapcrapcrap”.
Now I, sensitive husband that I am and knowing how much my Dad would love to know about this, promptly pulled my phone out and started recording video of this amazing and unusual event unfolding before me. Ben, our younger son, started tearing up and wanted to help his Mommy in any way he could. Which included volunteering to go get the scissors to cut her fingers apart (this was definitely not how she was going to fix this). She eventually sucked it up, took the plunge and pulled her fingers apart. We were all amazed at how little skin was actually missing compared to what we thought we would see. If I remember right, it took a couple of weeks for that to heal up. This has happened more than once–and just as funny every time!
I’ll tell you about the other Bethism next time….