What kind of mother ARE you?
Recently, I was chatting with my sister, as I do quite often, and we were talking about Christmas. I mentioned that my MIL was getting my kids a sled for Christmas, and I was less than thrilled about it, because I was whining, because sledding is way cold, it hurts my back (is that normal?) and I just don't enjoy it much. I even said something to the effect that my kids have never been sledding. She wigged out. "Your oldest is six! Your kids have never been sledding?!!?! What kind of mother ARE you?" I am the kind of mother that likes to be warm, thank you very much! But I couldn't get the question out of my head. What kind of mother am I? We do need to make sacrifices for our kids, and occasionally getting your fingers frozen off and your toes numb and a backache is a small price to pay for seeing your kids be happy, and creating a winter memory for them. I even have a great sledding hill just across the street, so it's not like I would even have to go far. I still think my life would be complete if I'd never been sledding in my life. In fact, I think I could live a full and productive life never seeing snow AGAIN, but that's just me. I have a responsibility to not pass my pure hatred of winter onto my children, yes? They should have some memories of snow being fun, despite the fact that their mother has been known to cry at weather forecasts when snow is predicted. And then today, DH called and asked for kids SSN's to fill out insurance forms. Normally, I know right where they are, complete with immunization records and everything. So I go to the drawer, and ACK! They're not there! I eventually found the Social Security Cards, but 2 of the 3 immunization records are still missing. What kind of a mother loses this information? My kid's room is a mess, and most of the time I don't care. My room has even been known to be less than pristine. What kind of a mother doesn't teach her children to make their beds and do routine maintenance? And to top it all off, a few days ago, my oldest is getting dressed for school. She comes in my room, and I tell her to go put longer pants on, it's really cold out there. Are you ready for this one? She DOESN'T HAVE ANY LONG PANTS!!! What kind of mother doesn't notice, just as the weather turns bitter cold, that her child just shot up like 3 inches, and now all her "long pants" are now "capris"? But at the same time, I look at the Christmas presents stashed around the house, and I know they will make my children happy. What kind of mother knows exactly what makes her children smile? My children are polite and happy children, for the most part. Thank heaven, because who knows what kinds of mother they have.