Guilty mommies, glad mommies, happy mommies, sad mommies, proud mommies, angry mommies... so many personalities. The thing is, each of these personalities belongs to every mommy at one point or another. We can't all be happy every minute of the day, and most of us are lucky to get even one moment of sanity in a week. Truthfully, most of these phases hit us as hard and fast as hot flashes and cold chills during flu season. We aren't perfect and we aren't consistent and half the time we don't know if we're wiping a nose or a butt. It's scary!
Here's how scary it gets around this house...
If we run out of the "good" green tea (the only thing that will make him stop whining for ten seconds) when my son is sick, I will pull out the "other" box. You know, the one I found last week while cleaning out the cabinets. The one that expired in 2003.
Sometimes this mommy needs a time out even when my boy is being delightful. In such instances, I might ask him if he wants to pretend-box, knowing that he'll get carried away with excitement and... "Ouch! Ouch! Mommy can't play anymore." Shamefully scary.
Sure, I'll dress up as the Joker for trick-or-treat because my little Batman asked me to. I'll even let him put on my make-up for the event. But he'll soon learn that nothing in this world is free, and I take payment in the form of chocolaty goodness. That's right son, say goodbye to your Reese's cause they won't be around in the morning.
Don't worry, I scare other people, too...
I will fly to my child's rescue when a kid who is twice his size starts picking on him at the park (and heaven help that bully when I get there because I will be scary). But...if my son turns the tables and begins choke-slamming said bigger kid before I get there, I will walk the rest of the way really, really slowly. And maybe smile a little.
I also let him run in the mall, pick out his own clothes (that Batman costume from last Halloween? He wore it 4 times last week, even to the doctor's office), draw with lipstick all over his face, and dance in the rain. I might even put on some Laurie Berkner Band and get all soggy with him. We might step in dog poo and laugh til we can't breathe.
It's good to find a balance... even if it's a scary one.
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What makes YOU scary?