Things My Kids Taught Me

Motherhood is a growing process too. There are some moms out there that somehow have it all incredibly together, but, I must confess I am not one of them.

In fact, my children tend to remind me of my shortcomings on a daily basis. I mean besides having little slaves, and someone to care for us when we’re old, why else do we have children?

To keep us humble of course.

NOT quite Supermom

 

So, along the way, my kids have taught me a few things.

1. Sympathy for MY mother. Man, I must have been a hellion if my kids behavior is any indication of mine.

2. Survival. After all, if my mother survived me (and my brother!), I can survive mine too.

3. It’s not me. It’s them. Seriously. If they cleaned up behind themselves, I wouldn’t have anything to do.

4. There is no such thing as embarrassment until you have a kid. In a household full of farts and burps and screams of “I gotta poop”, you’d think I could handle it, but lemme tell ya now. For someone who doesn’t embarrass easy, I’ve felt the heat rush to my face more times than I have fingers to count on.

5. There is truth to that old saying “Children should be seen and not heard” especially when at the dinner table.

6. A new point of view. Everything is better when laughter is involved, even crappy accidents (pun intended) in public bathrooms because someone didn’t make it in time.

7. My voice can get incredibly higher and louder than I ever thought possible. And I’m nearly deaf, so that’s saying A LOT.

8. Boys really are different than girls. For all the non worrying I did with Jellybean at Scooby’s current age, Scooby is definitely filling the worry meter up. He’s rough, tough, and fearless.

9. I really really really love teachers. Like really really really love them and wished they worked all year round. Ha.

and finally (and perhaps most importantly) I have learned

10. I am a hero. I am the fixer of all things, the safe harbor during a storm, and the monster slayer. I can leap up the steps in two quick bounds, and when I fall on my butt, I can keep going. I am the teddy bear that must be snuggled every morning, and the story teller that sends them off into dreams at night.

And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can’t wait to see all that 2012 has in store for us.

BSOW: Bib Nazis, 2 Front Teeth, and Little Divas

This is it folks, the last Scoop of the Week of 2011. Of course I had to make it someone extra special. Someone I hope that y’all have met before in your blog travels because she is just that funny. She really is. She is one of my oldest fans, and I hers. She took a blogging hiatus for a little while, disappearing to my great disappointment, only to reappear on my twitter roll suddenly. We settled back in like old friends who never missed a beat, and when she finally had that baby, she picked back up with her blog and started right back up as if she’d never missed a day.

And I am SO glad she did. I can’t say enough about this lady. I swear that someday we will meet in real life.  We live close enough to each other to make it happen. (Yes, I’m totally stalking you!! Ha.) Okay, okay. I know. That was a little bit freaky. It’s true though. There are so many bloggers I want to meet, and she is at the top of the list.

Let me tell you why. She approaches life with a sense of humor that makes me jealous sometimes, despite that ugly thing called PPD, she finds a way to make it funny and not only get a good laugh herself, but give me one too. I have to admit that I have a preference for the Bib Nazi stories simply because they make my children eyeball me when I laugh out loud because of it.  She’s brought me to tears with her very real (and Blogmas worthy!!) post about motherhood. She’s got an unhealthy obsession with all things zombie (She would really love my NaNo story!) even though she’ll confess she can’t watch them at night (Seriously, can anyone?).

She stretches her neck out and admits that she hopes to be able to embarrass her kids someday the same way her father embarrassed her, and you will die laughing, I swear. She’s definitely not PC, but she doesn’t care either. She’ll fully admit to being a dork and even offers up a guide to test your own dorkiness against. She’ll also admit that she married a dork and in the next breath she’ll declare how much he gets her. She’s a powerful blend of humor and sensitivity with just the right amount of dorkiness wrapped in to draw you into her circle and make you fall in love.

Seriously, if you haven’t met the Queen of Awesome yet, you need to run right over and introduce yourself. Start your new year off with a new friend you’ll never forget. I promise you don’t want to miss this.

I am so proud and pleased to spend my last weekend of 2011 with none other than the Imperfect Momma of Really? I’m a Mom?

I asked her to tell me what she really wanted for Christmas…

All I wanted for Christmas was…

my two front teeth.

Yeah. I went there. If ya know me, you’d know….I had to go there.

Wow gurl….you know how to ask good questions!

Well, all I ever wanted was a beautiful family. And I wanted to be a doctor and an actress (which I could’ve been…just ask my mom). But I really wanted a family. A boy, a girl, a great husband and a job that people would adore me…I mean need me. Ask me for help all the time cause I was the only person that could help them. (Yeah I know what you are thinking…thats a job of a mom! But you see, I was an idiot as a…shoo…up until I got married. I was an ignorant knucklehead)

But now that I have that family? I just want some peace and quiet. Funny thing is though…when I get that peace and quiet? I miss the noise. How does that work? How do these kids do that to you?

Wait…hold on….I got my little Diva screaming for attention. Sigh. They cant just give me 5 mins can they? But you know what? I would not trade that for the world.

I told you she was awesome.

Have a wonderful New Year, and please keep it safe. Don’t drink and drive or ride with anyone who has been drinking.

One of these days I’ll get around to writing a “Best of 2011″ post. Maybe. Thank you for a great year. I’m looking forward to another one.