Thursday, March 11, 2010
It is, by far, my best 'accomplishment' in life. However, it is also the hardest thing I've ever done.
I've alluded to it before--that strange, secret code of motherhood perfection that prohibits us from really talking about what is going on with us, our kids and our life since Us + Kids = Someone Else's Life
Well, I'm going to break that code, and I'm just going to say it right up front:
I don't like sharing my chocolate chip cookies with my toddler.
And while we're at it? I don't like
...giving up my television shows for the same episode of Elmo OVER&OVER&OVER again, or
...sticky fingers inside my Diet Coke glass to fish out pieces of ice, or
...listening to the same children's CD EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. in the car, or
...not having a good night's rest in two years because my 'mom ear' is in the permanent ON position, or
...meltdowns at grocery stores, or
...hearing "MINE!" 4,372 times per day (even when it doesn't apply).
There's more, but you get the point.
Does this mean that I don't cherish motherhood as the amazing blessing that is? Of course I cherish it. Heck, I even enjoy it.
Does it mean that I'm human? I'm guessing so, and here's how I know:
You email me to tell me that you agree.
You don't post it on my blog in the public comments (lest someone see what a 'horrible' mom you are), and you certainly don't say it to my face.
But you do use that lovely anonymity of the Internet as a shield.
And that's OK with me. I'll take a hit for the team because there are those who 'unsubscribe' whenever I do a post like this, and those of you who 'whisper' at groups and play dates.
But you're not fooling anyone.
In a recent post, I revealed how I secretly wished the school would just handle potty training so I wouldn't have to do it. A potty training expert commented, "I read potty training stuff for a living and this might be the most awesomely honest thing I've ever read. Good for you."
If this blog is nothing else, it's honest.
So, I know you're out there.
And I know you don't like sharing your chocolate chip cookies, either.
Even if you don't want to admit it.