Today is Wordful Wednesday linky day so who better to have as a “Dumb Mom” guest than the CREATOR of that fabulous meme herself, Angie, from Seven Clown Circus?! No, one, that’s who!
Growing up, I knew it all.
Even when I didn’t, I really did. At least, that’s all I would admit to. You know, knowing it all.
This all encompassing knowledge of mine lasted until about the moment when my first child was placed on my stomach and I didn’t know what to do. I remember the thoughts running though my mind going something like this: “Do pick her up? No. The nurse will CLEAN her first, right? Wait. WHY isn’t the nurse cleaning her? AM I SUPPOSED to pick her up? What am I supposed to do with her once I pick her up? Do I clean her up?” Where were the instructions and why didn’t anyone tell me about this moment?
Motherhood has been a series of moments just like this, and despite having 5 children, that knowledge I had as a child has not returned. I don’t know everything, my children still surprise me, and I’m continually amazed at how being a mom can make me feel so EMOTIONAL.
Proud and happy, dumb and smart, heartbroken and unbearably happy, entertained and irritated, embarrassed and pleased.
This season I have 3 boys in baseball. It’s pretty much kicked my butt. At the beginning of the season I counted up the number of practices and games the boys had and almost hyperventilated. I’m THAT mom that despite being told numerous times that baseball had longer games and more practices than soccer didn’t listen. I’m that mom that watched every practice and almost every game and wondered why the rules kept changing (they change the rules mid season, you know). I’m that mom that couldn’t understand why her son didn’t bother running to first base after hitting the ball, told herself mentally “thank goodness he’s not your first or you’d really have had a fit”, but was still inwardly embarrassed. I should say I WAS that mom. Because I still haven’t grown up in some ways and still want all of my kids to be the star players and the smartest and most popular. Clearly, when my son walked to first base for no apparent reason I felt like the other parents were looking at me like, “what’s the deal with your kid?”
After the game I asked him why he walked to first base and he replied, “why should I run? They never tag us out anyway!” Suddenly I felt like the dumbest mom around for feeling embarrassed that my son walked to first base. Suddenly I felt proud that my son was smart enough at six to figure out that there was no need to run to first base if he wasn’t going to get tagged out whether he ran or walked. This is the sort of thing that I haven’t gotten smart enough to learn in 12 years of parenting.
My kids teach me stuff every day, and make me feel all kinds of emotions. And you know what? I’m glad I don’t know everything. Because then I wouldn’t feel this.
What do you have to be Wordful about this week?!
Link up with me and Angie and share your special, wordful, photo moments!
And don’t forget to take a peek at this week’s features before you go…
- Beautiful AND cancer free at Lost and Forgotten.
- Hitting her Stride at Bungalow 56.
- Scrub a dub-dubbing with Grumpy Sleepy and Bashful.
- Hitting the late night, date night scene with The Daily Wyatt.