I was sitting in stake conference this Sunday wondering how all of the sudden I became eligible to say I am a middle aged mom. I am no longer the newly wed, or the mom with toddlers pulling out my hair, the one who has a limitless supply of fruit snacks and sippy cups in her bag. The one that can't wait for nap time or the one that constantly has nursery rhymes on her head...I'm no longer her. Strange.
I am the mom who has kids that can usually sit still for the entire two hours, and draw and write notes to each other (or to me asking when they can go home). The one with kids old enough to take the baby out into the hall to quiet him. I am the mom with a saggy chest (you know its true). The one that walks around Walmart wondering why everyone is looking at her only to later discover her shirt was unbuttoned and her saggy chest was exposed to old and young alike. I am the mom with wrinkles by her eyes, the mom who dances with her baby and falls and sprains her ankle when no one is home, the mom who has aches and pains, even in her thumbs (yes weird I know), the mom who says "Because I said so." I have reached the beginning of the benchmark, maybe not by age, but definitely by stats. Weird.
I am the mom who has an almost 10 year old who is going through changes, asking me to use my Crest White Strips and buy her deodorant. She is also the one who cried, and I mean cried, for me to buy her the shoes pictured. I didn't give in initially. But she cried "Mom, I will do anything, ANYTHING for them. Please. Please. Please!" This from the kid who just four months ago pulled the same stint for a stuffed animal...when did it change? And now how come I can suddenly relate to her because it was a pair of shoes (albeit not the kind I would choose) instead of a ridiculous stuffed animal.
When did my 7 year old start having the attitude of a 16 year old? Telling me that maybe if I didn't spend all day on my blog I could get more done. Or asking me why boys always show their armpit hair (What?). Apparently one of Alli's friends told her that. She even has mastered the 'tude enough to let me know when certain punishments are shelled out: "You can't do that." To which I have to comment "Watch me." It's too early right?
When did my 6 year old get smart enough to be able to push peoples buttons? Just this morning I heard her tell Alli "You can't sing. No one likes your singing. Not dad, not mom and especially not me." All in retaliation , I am sure for something Alli said to her.
Am I going to have a household of "mean girls" on my hand, and is it really reasonable that they have turned into such girls this early? I mean it may be just be a few incidents here and there but is it possible that I am getting a glimpse at what my life will be like in a few short years; the girls bickering about who wore what shirt, who owes them for what, and hopefully not fighting over boys. I guess maybe its all the more reason I should enjoy their 'littleness' right now, or maybe its all the more reason I should run and hide.
6 comments:
Ah yes...it's all too true. And very, very strange. When did this transformation happen to us? I don't think I like this getting old stuff. I mean it has its perks, as you mentioned, but it sure is sad too.
Tell Alli that Connor thinks those shoes are VERY cool - he would have cried to get them, too!!
You have the greatest Blogs. Your always putting something new on it and I'm never bored. Keep doing what your doing! Good luck with your girls!
Super weird, especially since you're younger than me. Loved this post. Looks like you have a fun few years ahead of you. Yowza.
It's about time that you cought up with us old ladies. And not liking those awesome shoes certainly ages you, mom.
Oh my goodness sister! You are such a talented writer!! You need to publish your blog and get paid for it!! You are one of a kind! Love it!
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