i warned you of my imperfection. i forgot three very important women throughout my college years...
kathy, ashley, and tara...
and no these are not charlie’s angels... these are not adam’s ex-girlfriends who i poisoned in order to win his heart... these are not the roommates who ran screaming away because i talked to much in the morning...
kathy was a working mom and ashley was her 7 year old daughter and tara, her four year old daughter. and kathy put up a notice for “babysitter needed” on the furman bulletin board and for some unknown reason, i took that notice down and called her.
i went over and interviewed with kathy and john and for some other inexplicable reason they loved me and hired me. and so for almost three years every weekday afternoon, i was with ashley and tara. their home was right outside furman’s back gate so i walked or rode my bike to their house. once i had a car, i picked up tara from her preschool class and then waited for ashley to come home on the bus.
i made afterschool snacks, pizza dinners, halloween costumes, ran a lot of water for baths, did lots of homework, threw a few elementary class christmas parties in the local elementary school, and sang a lot of “you are my sunshine”. i played house and i LOVED it.
in fact i was so darn good at it that i have made it a career now. and expanded my singing repertoire to include several broadway hits and added a boy to the mix of the two girls. making me the figurehead of the marshall household....
i made it look like so much fun that when i graduated, kathy quit her job to stay at home full time. she muttered something under her breath like...
“no one will ever be as good as lea, so i better ante up.”
or else she said,
“lea has ruined these kids and it will take a miracle for them to turn out normal.”
it was hard to hear through her tears....
one thing that the vernon family did for me every year was to have a birthday dinner in my honor. they invited their whole extended family and we ate in their dining room. it made me feel so special to have a home cooked meal and a whole family seated around the table whilst i blew out candles. and it is a tradition that i have tried to carry on with various and sundry college students who have been in our lives. we have had a lot of birthday dinners. a lot of candles blown out. a lot of wishes made around our table. a lot of things muttered under breath like...
“i wish i could be just like lea marshall when i grow up”
or maybe they said,
“i wish she had bought a cake instead of making one, this thing is HORRIBLE.”
it is hard to hear through their tears....