Today, I will smile at my stretch marks--- which could have very well been a CS scar.
There will pobably be lesser chores to face (or more if we suddenly decide to have a picnic!)
My cellphone will flood with messages I must reply to. What's witty and sincere to text back?
And then I'll have to rethink how deserving I really am for those greetings... scary!
This is supposed to be a day for extra attention (at least until they greet me, sure.)
Who knows just what to do with that volatile surge of TLC?
I should get ready for my melt-down. The trademark Mama Boohoohoo. My hubby and kids will slobber all over my face, then snap my curved spine back into place with their wrestler hugs, then say something like, "You're the best Momma in the whole wide world, even if you don't allow me to sleep over in my cousin's house."
Hey, that's a great text-back idea... THANKS, FRIEND--- REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE ALSO A GREAT MOM EVEN IF YOUR LECHE FLAN LOOKS LIKE THE RUINS OF IRAQ.
Mothers have to be kind, honest and firm to be happy. A mother who can't handle the truth can't possibly be happy; so with one who is abusive and/or abused. If my kids don't like my rules, that shouldn't fail me as their Mom. Instead, that should make me feel empowered--- imagine, they can't do anything about the rules but obey. While they say that they are happy that I am their Mother, they have to be happy about my rough edges, too. The rough edges will stick around for a very long time, perhaps their whole lives even, and they have to be sincerely thankful even if they never show it. And that--- like the stubborn stretch marks running across my belly--- is so cool.
There will pobably be lesser chores to face (or more if we suddenly decide to have a picnic!)
My cellphone will flood with messages I must reply to. What's witty and sincere to text back?
And then I'll have to rethink how deserving I really am for those greetings... scary!
This is supposed to be a day for extra attention (at least until they greet me, sure.)
Who knows just what to do with that volatile surge of TLC?
I should get ready for my melt-down. The trademark Mama Boohoohoo. My hubby and kids will slobber all over my face, then snap my curved spine back into place with their wrestler hugs, then say something like, "You're the best Momma in the whole wide world, even if you don't allow me to sleep over in my cousin's house."
Hey, that's a great text-back idea... THANKS, FRIEND--- REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE ALSO A GREAT MOM EVEN IF YOUR LECHE FLAN LOOKS LIKE THE RUINS OF IRAQ.
Mothers have to be kind, honest and firm to be happy. A mother who can't handle the truth can't possibly be happy; so with one who is abusive and/or abused. If my kids don't like my rules, that shouldn't fail me as their Mom. Instead, that should make me feel empowered--- imagine, they can't do anything about the rules but obey. While they say that they are happy that I am their Mother, they have to be happy about my rough edges, too. The rough edges will stick around for a very long time, perhaps their whole lives even, and they have to be sincerely thankful even if they never show it. And that--- like the stubborn stretch marks running across my belly--- is so cool.
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