Tuesday, January 17, 2012

A Real Mother?

"Act like a real mudder," The Kid says to me.

A real mother?  What's that supposed to mean??  Do I not act like a real mother?  Thanks a lot, Kid!  Geez.

I asked him to elaborate, and he just made a fart noise.  Great.  Boys are so wonderful.

He got me to thinking.  Maybe I don't act like a real mother--at least not like the ones he sees on TV. 


-I don't spend my days picking up after him or dusting the house.  I mean, I clean every so often, but I'm not an immaculate housekeeper by any stretch of the imagination. 

-I do bake sometimes, but usually that's just because I have a hankering for chocolate chip cookies, or because I have to bake the bananas into bread since I let them get old and black. 

-You're more likely to find me sitting in front of my computer writing than driving a carpool of kids to soccer practice.

-I cook dinner maybe once or twice a week, but usually we just eat whatever we can scrounge up.  It's easier that way, and cheaper. 

-He generally runs out of socks before I get around to doing the laundry...and then it will sit in the basket for a few days before I fold it and put it away, inevitably quite wrinkly. 

I did, however, grow The Kid from a speck to an 8+ pound baby who I eventually had to push out of my body.  I give him about a hundred hugs and kisses every day.  I taught him a song to teach him how to spell his name.  I let him win a few battles.  I play video games and board games with him.  I take him to the fancy cheese store to sample cheeses whenever he asks (he asks often--he's kind of a weird kid).  I let him eat dessert, but not so much that his teeth will fall out or that he'll bounce off the walls.  I tell him that I love him constantly.  Constantly.

So, yeah, maybe I'm not June Cleaver (not that The Kid would even know who that is), but I'd say I'm doing a decent job.  He's a great kid, which must mean that I'm doing something right. 
 

Next time he tells me to act like a real mother, I think I'll spit on a napkin and clean his face with it.  That'll teach him.


18 comments:

  1. How adorable the two of you are! =)

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  2. Different definitions of "mom" and not one of them is wrong! (unless your a coke head or similar..then we have a huge problem!) :)

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  3. This was a great post! Too funny and cute!

    I'd like to be a "real mudder" myself, but I think I'd need to be heavily medicated in order to achieve it. Right now, I can't fathom where the energy or the time would come from in order to be June-Cleaver-ish at all. Boo!

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  4. I LOVE THIS POST.

    L - O - V - E IT!

    You two are so friggin cute!

    Lucky kid!

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  5. OMG STOP with the cuteness I can't take it!

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  6. This made my heart smile. :)

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  7. That sounds like great mothering to me :D I think my daughter would say the same things about me and I'd be very proud of that. Aside from being a mother of course.

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  8. I love this!

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  9. you guys are a perfect mother-son match:-) xoxo

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  10. You're kid is the smartest kid I've ever met...EVER! You're doing a fantastic job! I'm comin' to you for advice when I have my own ;)
    Mia

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  11. haha, oops... I of course meant to say "your kid" :/

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  12. You guys are the best readers ever. Thanks for all the lovely comments! :)

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  13. I'm not a TV mom, but my OCD tendencies make it impossible to leave stuff laying around, so I do pick stuff up right away.

    Also, totally making chocolate chip cookie bars tonight.

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  14. I love your pictures of him! You two are adorable!!

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  15. One: The Kid is adorable as I have said millions of times before :)
    Two: I too am forced to make banana bread only when my bananas start to turn black and I have to get rid of them. Funny!

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  16. This reminded me that not only do I need to do laundry and clean the house but I also need to send off your snail mail. ;) thank you for that, mom.

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    1. You are welcome, son. Don't forget to finish your broccoli.

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