I’ve been asked to describe myself as a parent.
Let us begin:
I’m the type of mom who’s child learned, early on, how to roll his eyes and say “Mooooommmmm!!” with complete exasperation (think age 2 or so).
The type of mom who had to politely step out of the room during shots because of her overwhelming protective impulse to punch the doctor whenever he made her baby cry.
The type of mom who taught her child, rather young, that there was never a “no” answer when a book was requested, that stories were meant to be acted out, and that it was perfectly acceptable to hide behind the sofa during the scary bits.
The type of mom who answered every question truthfully, even the ones about sex, because she was taught “If you are old enough to ask the question, you are old enough to hear the answer” by her own parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles.
The type of mom who had to be asked to let the kids have a turn on the kid toys.
The type of mom who followed through on promises, the ones that lead to discipline AND the one’s that lead to reward.
The type of mom that played videogames and didn’t let “the kid” win. (Muhahaha..eat my dust sucker!!)
The type of mom who burnt dinner but never dessert.
The type of mom who loved making up new traditions.
The type of mom who knocked.
The type of mom who paused until they cracked.
The type of mom who listened even if what was heard hadn’t been said out loud.
The type of mom who wrote down the memories that got retold until they were legends.
The type of mom who didn’t need to be told the “big secret” first, because he already knew she’d understand, accept, and embrace the truths shared.
The type of mom who loves without barriers, without requirements, without end.
I’m the type of mom who admits mistakes, flaws, and errors.
I’m the type of mom who enjoys embarrassing her son, teasing her son, making her son roll his eyes while saying “Mooooom!” for the 1000th time.
I’m the type of mom who is herself. Who is just plain messy, clumsy, forgetful, and confused.
I’m the type of mom who shows up, makes room, creates possibility.
I’m the type of mom who loves being a mom…even if the kids aren’t hers.
I’m a mom. This type of mom.