The Mom

I don't know what possessed me, but I pulled up the old blog, and thought...it might be weird... but I think I want to start up again. When pulling it up I came across an old draft that I never published...apparently this isn't the first time I thought I would start this up again! This post still rings true today...although much has changed, and my children (we added one, that's her story though...and a story for another day) are all older. I still get to parent Seely, but the days of "parenting" the girls are pretty much over. We've reached the age where we get to be friends...and as much as I miss the days when they were younger, this age is pretty fun too! Here's the draft from years ago (and the piece of paper in question is still one of my treasured possessions) Who knows, maybe 2026 is my year to start writing again...if anyone in blog land is reading this,don't hold your breath...but maybe check back, because...who knows! ***************************** Written in 2020************ It's been years since I have written...and I could try and explain or catch the blog up but...I'm not, at least not today. So... on the side of my fridge hangs a picture, and it is one of my most favorite things ever. I am not sure which kid colored it for me, or even when the act of vandalism took place. At one time this picture said "Happy Mother's Day To the Best Mom"...a few years ago I was doing something and happened to notice this picture hanging on the fridge. What caught my eye was the black mark in the middle of this colorful picture, so I took a closer look. What I found was that I was no longer the best....I was now just "The Mom." Now, for some this may have hurt their feelings, maybe made them sad... but for me... oh man I laughed... and I laughed hard. Who did I make so mad that they went out of their way to find a black crayon and deface this picture! That picture still hangs on the side of my fridge and everytime I notice it I still chuckle. Over the years though it has come to mean something more. First... I'm not meant to be my kids friend, sure I want them to be able to come to me, I want them to know that I'll always be here for them, but I'm not their friend, I'm their parent... the authority figure...and they aren't always going to like the decisions I make ... sometimes they are going to dislike them so much that they will dislike me... and I will become just "the mom." Two: I'm not the best mom, shoot, somedays I'm barely "the mom," and you know what, thats ok. i want my kids to know that we mess up, we make mistakes, and that's ok...what matters is that we keep trying, we dont give up... even if we aren't the best we are still important, we are still somebody to someone...even if its just "the mom."