Hope is in swimming lessons for a few weeks, and today I told her I would get in and play with her while we waited for her teacher. Playing has never come easily to me (that's Captain Fun's department), but I knew what I had to do: suit up. Once her lesson began, as I was swimming my laps, I kept thinking of that word...Up...and all the ways we moms might use it.
My oldest is thirty, my youngest is five, and I am, well, a little weary. As I enter this third decade of parenting, I have grown fond of a new (to me) phrase.
As the mom of ten, I get one question a lot: What is your secret?
My daughters tell me sometimes of babysitting jobs or their friends' moms who say, "I would like to know how your mom stays organized," or "I want to follow your mom around the house just for one day and watch her."
It is no secret that organizing is a struggle, not a strength for me. During my homeschooling years, for instance, it took me 15 minutes to find a sharpened pencil. Daily.
I am not a great cook, nor does any woman envy my decorating skills.
All eleven of us were sitting around the dinner table when it dawned on me--it's that time of year again.
"Ben, isn't Prom coming up soon?"
"Saturday night," he said, gulping down another bite of Pioneer Woman's Sour Cream Noodle Bake. (Love that stuff.)
"Aren't you going?" asked Captain Fun. Not a surprising question coming from the Captain.
"Wasn't planning on it."
The Fun in Captain Fun took over.
I have a confession to make: I despise organization.
Don't misunderstand. I would love to be organized. But I am convinced my abilities are limited.
Getting ready for church, for example, was a nightmare when I lived in the Bible Belt back when church attire was in a class by itself. Finding shoes and socks that matched 18 feet was a routine Sunday morning frustration--also in a class by itself. One morning we were down to the wire and I was frantically throwing shoes out of the shoe basket, crying, "I
Around our house, a new year always stirs up talk of new goals. Here are my goals- some old, some new- for 2017.
I will not scold happy noise.
I will, without apology, be the nutrition, hygiene, and screen police.
I will increase book and board game time and decrease screen time in my home.
I will not tolerate back talk in any form, including duh, huh, or a rolling of even half an eyeball.
I'm the mother, I'm the mother, I'm the mother.
I will find the balance between Helicopter Mom and Tiger Mom.