Or, not.
Recently I’ve had some “moments-I-can’t-blog-about” occur with Dude #1.
I mean I could blog about them this is my blog, kid, I can do what I want but, out of respect for myself and my family and mostly the future Google-ability of my Dude, I won’t.
It’s just some big kid type stuff you know.
Some turning-10-in-a-month-and-whoa-it’s-showing type stuff.
So I’m feeling conflicted about this space.
Because I’ve always felt like this blog is about ME!ME!ME my journey through motherhood.
It’s not about them (although they show up in it frequently because they clearly have pretty much everything to do with me being a mom) per se, it’s pretty much just all about me, um, per se.
I want to be authentic and share with you guys the E-True Hollywood Story of Dude Mom Life, but I’m saving the good stuff for my book you’ll have to experience some parts of this journey through the eyes of other moms.
Because I just can’t.
I mean I could if you wanted to pay $8.95 to read it (that’s the going rate for books these days, right?) I’d totally sell this kid out for that, but under the current circumstance wherein I give up all this awesome free of charge, I’m going to have to work the vague and mysterious angle and just say, holy pre-teen-dom, Batman!
Believe me mama-younguns. This shiz is CA-RA-ZY!
And sadly I’m thinking we’re entering the period where this statement (submitted by the lovely Dude Mom at Mama Wants This!) just sorta isn’t the case…
I mean, it is because I simply refuse to live in a place where I’m not the queen.
But it’s becoming increasingly difficult to convince them that I need to be worshipped daily. With hugs. And kisses. And cupcakes and such.
So, Dude Moms, cherish the easy pudgy-baby-boy-hands filled days. Don’t yell when they jump or shout or actually attempt to fly around the living room.
Because even the really calm and quiet and extra well behaved Dudes bring you challenging growing-up-Dude days that just make you long for the hours of sirens and ninja kicks you desperately wished would stop.
I’m so not ready to be the mom of a Grown Up Dude.
Anyone want to trade? One sometimes perfect, sometimes surly nearly 10 year old for a fresh out of the womb baby?
Yes, I will take night feedings and poopy pants over minds of their own and mini rebellion.
Any takers???
Oh, I am not looking forward to that phase. My 6 mo boy is all about mama these days, and as much as I love it, it gets exhausting. Sometimes I wish he were a daddy’s boy just some of the time. But after reading this, I will enjoy my days of Queen-dom for now because I know if he’s anything like me, my son will have one heck of an attitude! Hang in there!
AMEN, sister!! I would much rather have sleepless nights and poopy diapers than double-digit attitudes…I’m so scared.
Love Alison and her little man too :)
Aw thanks Jen!
Oh my, it cannot start that early, can it? I thought for sure we had until 13 before we would begin to wish for the midnight feedings and colic again.
Hoping my two girls hold off on that stage for as long as possible.
With that said, I’m sure you’re doing fabulous with dealing with it. And don’t worry, we will take the vague if it means knowing you’re still alive despite the insanity!!!
Love this post and, as a newish mom, it’s nice to hear your perspective. It’s also nice to see the two of you link up together!
Please say it isn’t so. I thought the boys were supposed to worship us forever.
oh I am not loving this terrible twos stage…but I am not looking forward to monkeyman getting older. especially with that vague description of terror.
Hey, i am totally writing a book too. About life here with my creatures. But I aint gonna publish it, but I will tell my kids that I will if they get evil. Hopefully the thought of their most embarrassing moments being published for the world to see will quell there evilness.
Man am I an awesome mom or what?
Love the picture of Mama Wants this and her dude. He’s so cute!
I wouldn’t trade a fresh from the womb baby, but I will gladly let you take my almost 10 year old dudette. She is making my stubborn Dude look like a saint anymore!
Aw shucks, thanks Evonne!
… Don’t scare me like that!!
Oh, I am so not looking forward to a few more years from now. I think Buddy is already exhibiting some things that I can’t blog about either. Dang.
Now thou hast entered the time of restraining from despair. During which the biological and the emotional and the social shall transformeth into the maniacal and thine own son shall driveth thee unto the edge of madness up in here, up in here.
Seriously, I could tell you stories. I suspect everyone could. But we don’t. No one told you marriage would be like that. No one told you birth would be like that. No one told you having a baby would be like that. And now, sadly, you know about “nearly ten”. Fortunately, navigating this stuff is what makes it easier to let them go off into adulthood in a good way for both of you. I hope. No one really says.
It’s so sad, isn’t it? And weird, too. To have to check what you say, and let go of *awesome* moments because suddenly it’s not ours to share. When did this happen? It seemed so impossible to be with small kids all day long, and now, even with extra breathing room, it’s somehow harder.
Forget it. I’m coming to MD and we’re starting an underground mom’s speakeasy where we can share the stories, laugh about them, and no one with ever know!
If I had a fresh baby, I would so NOT trade you, no way no how. My youngest is 10, so I’ve been going through this crap for a long time now (oldest is 18…). So….yeah.
LOVE seeing you here!
I love being in the dude mom club.
I’ve got 3 of my own, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
AS a mom of 3 myself I feel you ohhh how I feel you..
You two make awesome Queen bees. Double like!
Thank you for featuring me and my dude!!!
Shucks, you mean this Queen Bee phase DOES NOT LAST????????