I often describe myself as trapped in the 70’s with all of the rainbows and unicorns.
All I ever wanted when I was growing up, was to be a mom. Now that I am a mom. I realize all I ever wanted to be was a mom in the 70s.
I am not the soccer mom/room mother/girl scout leader type of mom.
I wanted to be the Kitty Forman mom, the mom from That 70’s Show. Actually, growing up, my life was that 70’s show and I wanted to be my best friend’s mom. I wanted to make my house so welcoming that it would be where everyone hung out, got fed and I was joyfully oblivious.
What I didn’t think about was my child wouldn’t pop out of the womb at 16, there would be a life between 0-16. And although I’m pretty sure that my son will be the guy whose house you want to hang at; I never thought of the type of personality it would take to be the guy everyone wants to be around. Yeah, no one ever warned me about the things the cool kid might do:
- Almost burn the house down by making a torch constructed by shoving paper towels in an empty paper towel roll (lighting it on the stove while I had my back turned) so he could see in the dark dungeon.
- Spontaneously mimic the sound of a fire engine siren perfectly. When all is calm and quiet. And your back is turned. Same sound and same volume. Causing temporary deafness.
- Shatter a glass door to pieces with a sledgehammer because it was fun.
- Force his mother to make videos of him singing/making how to videos/performing in shows. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
- Make a rope swing from the second floor balcony and swing around the kitchen when left unsupervised for 30 seconds.
- Lock a babysitter out of the house.
- Tie a babysitter up with caution tape and sit on her until I get home.
- Try to french kiss his mother
- And I would stake my life on this one: Pretend to smoke and use an old Zippo lighter to light that fake cigarette or pipe whenever someone his parents are wanting to impress comes to the house. And then offer him one too.
Motherhood is not at all what I thought it would be, I’m not that 70s mom yet, and frankly I was completely unprepared to raise a boy. But now that I’ve settled in, I’ve gotta say that it’s pretty awesome and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This boy also has his own blog now, so if you want to see what antics he’s got going on head on over to Isaiah Dot Com.
Believe it or not, I wrote this post last week and had it scheduled to run. Then I checked with the ladies from Finish the Sentence Friday and discovered this week’s sentence was: My Favorite Decade is….
Well come on, that was a gimme.