Macaroni & Cheese: The tale of Latecia
Little Latecia through the years
A Tale of Latecia
Imagine this, a two year old bobbing her head in her car seat, she is mumming lyrics that only she and God could understand. You are sitting in the front seat with your Mom staring at the toddler as she gets louder and louder. She glances out the window, you are wondering what she is thinking, you look at your Mom in disbelief. She says, "Let that baby sing her song!" You look back just in time to see the baby look up at you and slide you a grin, wow what a two year old you think.
Then, there was the time at your great-grandmother's funeral that this little four year old, tugs on an adults shirt, "May I have some more macaroni and cheese, please?" The adults smiled, "Ahh, that baby is so sweet and polite, she has such good manners. Of course you can have more baby!" Then, again and again, she turned for more macaroni until finally her request was denied, poor little baby. This is what I found about the name Latecia/Leticia.
L is for little, the little things you do.
E is for expressive, not one to hold within.
T is for tender, loving nature.
I is for interest, you show in others.
C is for calm, a pleasant trait.
I is for impressive, your list of qualities.
A is for accord, the harmony you spread.
I had to include this because I have personally experienced all of these things with the lovely little Ms. Latecia Clara McKay. Her birthday is today, she was July 29, 1991. She is officially 21, to her, "I'm legal, finally!" Latecia was always like a baby sister to me. People in stores would often mistake her for being my sister, they would say, "Sherry, you have beautiful daughters!" Mom would correct them, but she loved Latecia just the same. Latecia was the sweetest little girl you could ever meet. I remember her well, she stayed over on weekends.
The story I was telling at the beginning was when we were on our way to buy her a tricycle. Truth is, I have millions of Latecia stories, but I will tell this cautionery tale of Latecia. It was a nice warm weekend day. We lived in a beautifully decorated (Mom had a real eye for beauty!) home. Oh second thought, it was actually cold, because I remember Mom remarking, "Thank goodness I did not have the heat on or it could have been a real disaster!"
Latecia was maybe three and she loved to visit, we sang, we danced, we had a ball. Although some nights she was plegged by the ear ache, how she would cry. Mom would always send me to get a blowdryer and after awhile it worked and she would fall asleep. So, back to this story, it was sure to be a fun day,
I had this little stool my Mom bought me, that I loved. Latecia took a liking to the stool, too. She was often seen sitting, standing, and playing with this stool. Her favorite thing to do was to throw the stool down the stairs and watch it hit the bottom. She really got a laugh out of it. Initially it wasn't a game, naturally I was taking her down the stairs and had the stool in hand and it slipped accidentally.
Latecia thought it was the funniest thing she had ever seen and began to laugh hysterically, from that point on she threw it down and giggled as it hit the bottom. She would then go down to it and off she would go to play. This day was different, she was moving too quickly for her own good (poor baby thinking about it), so she throws the stool I presume and we hear the roll down the stairs. This different somehow.
I go to investigate (I was only 4 steps away from the stairs). I rush over and notice Latecia is at the bottom of the stairs. She looks up at me and smiles and began laughing, beside her is the stool. They apparently rolled together.
I couldn't believe it, I called my Mom, who was cooking. She was horrified and said, "Are you ok baby?" She grabs her and checks her out. "Thank goodness the heater wasn't on or it could have been much worse!" I will admit it was scary, but as the years roll on it makes for a good story. I think I have told this story to her at least a thousand times a year. We laugh everytime.