I often look at my friends who have babies with envy. It seems like there's so much more for them than there was for me, just a decade ago. I mean, mustache pacifiers, really? I contemplate having a baby just so I can own one of those, and I'm not even kidding. And those faux shoe-socks or ballet flat socks? I think I missed them by a year. So close.
But then there are the other things, the trends and expectations that I'm forever grateful to have escaped because there's no way I could have succeeded at them. Stuff like these:
It's been a few weeks since school got started and we're all still getting into the swing of things. As anxious as I was to get into a routine again, September always holds a few bumps as we work out the kinks of a new school year. Curious to see what other moms thought of this time of year, I perused my Confessional. As always, it was enlightening. If you ever wondered what moms really think of the start of the school year, read on ...
As mothers, we all play countless roles in a single day: Nurse, Chauffeur, Chef, Dentist, DJ, Fashion Director, Janitor, Launderer, Banker, Dietician, Personal Shopper, Photographer, Plumber, Caregiver, Maid, Cheerleader, Counselor, Storyteller, Teacher, Exterminator, Coach, Negotiator ... The list is endless.
So, please tell me: Why is it so difficult to take three seconds, play secretary, and freaking RSVP for a kid's birthday party? There are few things that infuriate me more.
I mean, there are certainly valid excuses for not RSVPing, but I'm pretty sure none of them apply to most parties in this day and age.
But, for the record, I won't hold it against you if ...
I'm no longer the mother to little, little kids. At 5, 7, and 9, my kids certainly aren't grown up, but they're also not teeny, tiny children anymore.
Last weekend, I purged the house of the big plastic Dora playhouse, the set of Baby Einstein videos, and all of the other movies and TV shows my kids now deem babyish. Unlike when I box up their sweet baby clothes or Halloween costumes, there was nothing bittersweet about saying goodbye to entertainment geared towards the under 5 community. Hallelujah was all I could think as the Purple Heart truck drove all of the well loved disks away.
But it's even better than I thought it would be: Not only can I tolerate the movies my kids want to watch now, some of them? I adore. Turns out the movies I loved as a kid, my kids now love. And there's nothing better than reliving your own childhood with your children.
My kids head back to school tomorrow, a fact which is completely bittersweet to me. Though part of me is ready to get back into the school routine, I will miss the lazy days of summer; the kids' freckled faces, highlighted hair and late nights with no consequence. There really is nothing like summer. There are, however, some things I won't miss ...