I wish I could remember the adjective now because it really is important to give what I'm about to type the proper oomph. But I will try to convey the idea anyway. My mom was talking recently with one of her aunts, discussing another aunt and her children and grandchildren, who are the "favored ones" in the extended family. My mom and I have talked about how she doesn't really want the the "perfect ones" have, but you know, the heart doesn't always respond to what's in our head. So my mom was talking to her aunt about how the cousins seem so perfect, and the aunt replied, no, not perfect, just _____. Yeah, that's the word I can't remember. Mundane, routine, something like that. The idea was that A) things probably weren't as together as they seemed, and B) even if some parts of their lives really did have everything in order, they were likely missing out on some meaningful adventures because the orderliness of their lives prevented anything else from fitting in.
I remember a while back, you posted a picture of josiah at Halloween - with his homemade train costume. I just thought to myself, "Wow. to be that mom. You know, the one who - like - paints and creates with ehr kids."
I don't know that a day goes by where I think I have been that mom. Inevitably, I look back at the day and wonder why i spent so much time cleaning, or why we didn't go to the park, or why we didn't nake those cookies. I console myself by lying next to that boy of mine and snuggling him as close to me as I can, kissing that baby hair and smelling that baby bath smell. Sometimes that makes me feel better. Sometimes it makes me feel worse ::shrug::
I thought of that specifically-- it was a train birthday party, actually, if we're thinking of the same thing. Jacq, you're one of those moms too, btw-- I'm always so impressed by the things you and Thomas do and by your obvious connection to him and love of parenting.
no, it was halloween (we did them for his birthday too), and it was one of those great relationship days but i'm totally laughing because the next year we fought like cats and dogs over creative control- how silly is THAT? me fighting with a 3 year old over HIS costume.
and oh my gosh jacq- you are so THAT mom, in more ways then you'll ever know!!!!
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Although I'd be a little concerned if you made a stove out of clay harvested from around your house. A bit extreme, that.
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I don't know that a day goes by where I think I have been that mom. Inevitably, I look back at the day and wonder why i spent so much time cleaning, or why we didn't go to the park, or why we didn't nake those cookies. I console myself by lying next to that boy of mine and snuggling him as close to me as I can, kissing that baby hair and smelling that baby bath smell. Sometimes that makes me feel better. Sometimes it makes me feel worse ::shrug::
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Oh, man, Thanks, Simi. You just made the crazy pregnant girl tear up.
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and oh my gosh jacq- you are so THAT mom, in more ways then you'll ever know!!!!
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