Karma's Ode to Mom's

With Mother's Day fast approaching I wanted to wax poetic about the wondrous days I spent starry eyed at being a new parent how I breast fed how all my children were breast fed and toilet trained right out the womb and how little honey dew melon, her sister lemon drop and I sat under our willow tree in the moonlight weaving our own clothes....................

But as Karma would have it I was not that mom I was that other mom you know the one that needed a paycheck and had to go back to work when her first baby was only a month old  so forgot about the whole breast feeding thing. 

I was that mom you know the one that had deer caught in headlights, don't know what the hell she is doing kind of look. 

I was that mom you know the one that went to work with baby snarf on her shoulder all day because no one bothered to tell me. 

I was that mom you know the one that had 3 rowdy kids trailing behind her all wearing outfits of their own choosing. The oldest leading the pack wearing jeans, the t-shirt she slept in the night before, beat up sneakers and a batman cape, the middle kid wearing 2 skirts while rocking a pink cowboy boots, the youngest wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sandals on the wrong feet (because they fit better that way he claimed)

I was that mom you know the one that had three kids in tow at the local eatery one reading the menu aloud to the whole restaurant while quizzing the waitress about how each meal was prepared and just what was in her food, one under the table eating jelly packets because the noise of ADHD the noisy restaurant was just too much of a sensory overload for her , and the third proclaiming loudly that going to bathroom was impossible without having something to read in there.   

I was that mom you know the one that once did minor surgery by removing a penny out of the youngest kids nose because she simply did not have time to drag all 3 kids out in public for a Doctor's visit and how in the hell was she going to explain that her kid stuck a penny up his nose on her watch!

I was that mom you know the one that when her oldest got a black eye while doing stunt jumping on the couch said "Guess that will teach you not to jump on my couch anymore" 

I was that mom you know the one that never went to the kids class parties because she would never be able to measure up to the other moms in the classroom. 

I was that mom you know the one that dragged her prepubescent son out of her smelly, dank, dark, cave of a room to make him eat ice cream and talk about his feelings when she worried that he may be depressed or plotting world domination ( still not sure he has forgiven me for that one yet)

I was that mom you know the one that made her oldest wait until she was a senior in high school before giving her a cell phone of her own because "Who do you need to call while at school ,all your friends are right there with you?"

I was that mom you know the one that made sure we all sat down at the table together for dinner each and every night, and forced each person to go around the table telling something about their day good or bad, even if it was something as simple as what was served in the cafeteria at lunch that day. 

I was that mom you know the one that enforced the dreaded 10:00 pm curfew on her 16 year old because she still remembered the things that 16-year old did when curfews were lacking.

I was that mom you know the one that both wished for the day her children would be grown and on their own, while at the same time wished them to live at home forever so she could always protect them from the big, bad world.

I was that mom you know the one that stopped fighting the inevitable,that mom that realized that she would never live up to the perfectly styled haired, skinny jean,stainless shirt, monogrammed diaper bag, SUV driving,  always at every school function supermom to the brand name wearing, never dirty, always perfectly behaved super-kids. 

I was that mom you know the one who decided that I would mom my way, the way that fit best for the children that I had. I was that mom you know the one that decided that being I was not supermom and never would be. I was that mom you know the one that decided that perfection was overrated. 

I was that mom you know the one that decided that the messy, wild, tantrum throwing, smelly days were but fleeting, that life was indeed short and to savor every moment because they are truly only little once. 

I say all this to you fresh made mom's just starting on this journey that mom life is anything but easy, but it is enjoyable and the crazy times won't last forever. STOP comparing yourselves to those  consent social media picture perfect "supermoms" you know the ones who got their pre-mom body back before little honey dew melon Jones was out of diapers, you know the mom that has perfectly posed pictures and selfies of little lemon drop posing as she starts her first day at Harvard at the ripe old age of 3. 

Instead...........

Be that mom you know the one that rolls with the punches, Be that mom you know the one that does what he gut tells her. Be that mom you know the one that says i don't care what the other moms are doing this, this right here is what works for me and mine. Be that mom

Love 

Karma