Today is a day…I am ready to sell my oldest to roaming gypsies and my youngest can’t seem to stop pooping. I am steeped in hormones as I’ve recently embarked on the third of my trilogy of kids and all I want to eat is Sun Chips, lordy.
Lordy, Lordy
Talk To Me
I just love a person who will lay their whole life out to me on while in line at the Corner Bakery. In less than one minute yesterday a linebacker sized 50 something man told me he was a musician, engineer, had a son going to UMD and was leary of his going into economics, a subject he knew nothing about and couldn’t give guidance. Hmmm…I said, I find economists to be decent people being married to one but hard to argue with. They are just so logical. Yeah, he said, I think it’s important to find that balance.
Recently, I have been running into, imagine, decent people! A woman who let a tired Giant employee go before her in line (at Giant), he was just trying to get home to his family. Another woman who made me get in front of her in line at a Mother’s Day buffet at local Irish Pub Restaurant after I had gotten out of line to sneak some sausage to my non-buffet eating husband. I guess she had thought I had gotten lost. Her husband says “Please, just appease her, believe me, she won’t stop until you get ahead of her.”
MWMW2K Seeks Another M(other)
Ok, so I’ve thinking a lot about how easily it was for my son to make a friend with just a single light sabre and how difficult I make it for myself, light sabreless.
The other night my husband and I were coming up with a list of kids to invite to Jamie’s birthday party. “How come there aren’t any four year old boys or friends of Jamie’s from pre-school?” In my head, I am thinking because I am not friends with any four year old boys’ mothers. And it is up to me, it is. And instead of having new girlfriends with pre-school aged boys, it is just me, worried about what they would say about my situation room-like dining room or the permanent red stains on my carpet (that, YES, could have come out with some really great and gritty Spot Shot strong armed scrubbing right after they happened) or my basic feeling that I’d rather spend time with my kids or drawing than doing the dishes. I feel like it would be just too much cover up work. My golden friends could care less but they are working full time, childless, or have just one really young one, or live hours away.
My sister Claire has a calling circle of at least 20. She makes new friends like making a sandwich, little mayo, a phone call here and there and voila instant friends. Don’t get me wrong, I am likeable but I am really happy with the friends I already have. But I’ve realized that they don’t fit the part right now. I need to talk to another mom/friend about the weird noises that come out of my little boys mouths, their ability to wack their little brother with no thought at all….but I am back to my high school days…don’t want to be judged, don’t want to have to edit everything that comes out of my mouth.
Maybe I’ll meet another mother like myself, maybe we’ll recognize ourselves in each other..maybe she’ll have an old Liz Phair cd in her messy car, green carpet stains, a son or two, a way to put me at ease, like yeah, been there done that, you’re not alone.
Have Light Sabre Want Friend
Yesterday, I witnessed the distinct difference between my son’s childhood and my own. I saw this mainly in the way boys make friends.
Upon arriving at the park,my four year old Jamie immediately noticed some light sabre dueling four year olds dashing through the mulch, leaping upon park benchs, hanging off the swings.
“Mom,” he says, “can I go get my light sabre out of the car?” I was very curious as to what he would do so I replied “Sure” and “remember to just touch the colored parts, no body parts” How VERY un Star Wars like of me.
Jamie isn’t what you would call shy but he isn’t one to initiate playing with kids he doesn’t know. And let’s face it, all of his friends are girls. All of them. I’ve been praying for a four year old boy (with a cool mom) to move into the neighborhood but to no avail. We are getting to the age where there is a distinct difference between boys and girls. I’m all for him playing with both sexes but light sabre battle does get frowned upon by many a princess dressed up and ready for dolls and tea.
Back to the story, as soon as I place that evil red Darth Vader light sabre (that matches his red hair) in his hands, he’s off, running after the blue light sabre boy and battle ensues. And it’s a completely harmless and frankly fun looking one. These pre-schoolers have been taught about the FORCE and to only touch the “colored parts” of their deadly plastic light sabres. Every young boy on the playground is pied pipered to the action. And I am so proud of him. It seemed so weird at the time to be thinking that and my pre-mom self would have gasped at the fact that weapons were involved, (although I do like me some Star Wars….) This is one way boys make friends. It never would have crossed my mind before yesterday.
I smile when I think of what Jamie was really saying to me….
“Mom, hand me my light sabre, I’m going in.”
