As harried and awful as the days can be, I get it done! And so do you! And we have learned from a long chain of women who, smart little them, made it look easy and did it with “grace.” The same things your girls will believe of you as they grow older. Unless, of course, they read this post about the pink sprinkles. Um, no. Then they’ll just love you more. I’m sure of it.

If nothing else is true, know this:
all is right in truth.
Words. Purpose. Action.
Right?

(Don’t mind me. Delirious at this point.)

“And it hit me: We are all THAT mom. Or dad. Or person.”

I have had moments when I wonder, maybe I should never have become I mom! I am (insert adjective) and (another adjective) and probably the worst mom of all!

Then, I do something perfect. I catch my daughter before she falls. I pick my son up and offer him exactly what he wants (which, let’s face it, is the boob because he is only 2 weeks old). I do not get upset when my daughter has a melt down.

One recall moment happened to be when I allowed my daughter to play with my keys. No danger, right? WRONG. She took off with them in her mouth, fell, and started bleeding. Oh. My. I felt horrible. And, this was in front of other moms. Well, you can imagine what their faces looked like. Of course, they probably would not have let their daughter run with keys, but I had to learn sometime, I guess.

Another mother pulled up in a station wagon, her kids were in the back with their faces pressed against the window watching us. She glared at me and asked what kind of mother I was.

What kind of mother was I? I told her I’m the kind of mother my kid would remember fondly dancing in the rain with. I’m the kind of mother that knew enough to take her home get her dried off and a warm bath afterward, soup or hot chocolate would do the rest. Before I walked away with my daughter I asked her, what kind of memories will your kids have. A disgruntled mother who finds fault with people she doesn’t know. I looked at the kids in the back seat and wished I could of let them in on the fun.

And that’s the kind of mother I was. We can’t predict everything and our humanity won’t allow for perfection. So we simply do the best we can. Mother’s like us, give our kids something to remember. I apologize if my comments are overly long. You leave some interesting questions to be answered.(Hugs)Indigo

We do what we have to do to keep ourselves sane, to stay true to our (differing) priorities. And anyone can roll their eyes at us but I think more moms will smile at us knowing they’ve been there too.

I gathered my things as quickly as I could (dang those slow bank printers) and took my sticky, trouble-making kids out of that bank at light speed. I always thought moms who couldn’t keep track of their kids were just not trying hard enough.

I’m ready for my recall at any time.

I could list many reasons why I should also be recalled (including the fact that I give my baby her 1PM bottle while we watch Days of our Lives and I *WANT* her to like it), but I try to remind myself that we all came out okay with strollers that wouldn’t meet today’s safety standards. Right?

On the other hand, I do allow teenage parties. So I suspect my kids won’t have me recalled just yet.

Just yesterday, I was sitting in a parent/teacher conference. I played the role of parent. Wore my argyle cardigan to look smart. Had important questions written on a pad. My son’s second grade teacher and I were discussing son’s behaviors and the fact that he is very chatty and social and sometimes interrupts the teacher. “Oh that is unacceptable,” I said.

A few minutes later, the teacher was in the middle of a statement and I INTERRUPTED HER. I spoke two complete sentences and then shut up after realizing she was looking me straight in the eyes and continuing on with her statement.

Recall me.

I’m certain the teacher now knows “where he gets it” and that “the apple (or nut) doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

It’s doughnuts and deathly strollers today and embarrasing yourself in front of professional educators tomorrow. Get used to it:)

Today NPR’s Fresh Air re-aired a broadcast of an interview with Judd Apatow. (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=120608834) Toward the end of the interview (after discussing Seth Rogen’s filthy sense of humor) he talks about why he is so drawn to flawed characters. And he states that perfect, mature, happy people aren’t interesting (or funny).

The fact of the matter is that none of us is perfect. And if we try to pretend that we are then we are probably dull on the surface and fearful underneath. As for me, I got pulled over driving to work yesterday. And I frequently run into door frames. In your words, Aidan, cheerio!