The Mother Load


Thursday, June 08, 2006

Whaddaya' Lookin' At?

I'm not the perfect Mom. And no I didn't just realize this. But apparently most of the world is unaware that I will not be the perfect Mom, nor will I pretend to be just so they can get through a baseball game or practice in peace without hearing my Hunter Bunter crying for mercy. I wonder where people get balls from? No, I don't mean the ones that are thrown or kicked in a game. The ones that people have who can just come up to you like they have known you for 30 years, since you were in diapers, and just ask you, "Do you think he'll have a better day today?" Okay, maybe I'm just a being a tad bit of a witch here, but please don't ask me to start predicting the future of my child. (I can't even predict the future of my checkbook sometimes) If I knew he was going to have a bad day do you think I would have brought him to the baseball field with two other children by myself right at supper time to be stared down by what seems to be a million "perfect Moms" and have them whisper, "Oh, he's always like that." "You should have seen what he did the last time. This is pretty good in comparison." But, instead of saying what I want to say, I say instead, "I guess we'll see." And when he throws his glove or slaps me in the stomach or stubbornly says, "I don't wanna play no more," I gently pick him up and carry him off to my less than perfect world. I believe my son is misjudged and misunderstood, which I'm guilty of at times, but all the same he captures the attention of hundreds of people as I'm dragging him off the field or dodging the bat. I don't question whether something is wrong with him, I focus on what's right. Sometimes, his behavior gets the best of me, but if I ever saw a parent involved in a similar situation I wouldn't ask, "Do you think something is wrong with him?" Of course, something is wrong with him what kind of stupid question is that. He's crying, that usually tells you something is wrong. Instead, I would mind my own business and say a little prayer for her.

Okay, now that I got that out I feel better.

4 Your Load:

Blogger Heth said...

Are you sure it was not one of MY kids, because mine continue to make a really good name for our family at baseball games. grrrr.

No judging coming from me. I know how it feels to get those "looks". From a fellow not-perfect mom.

7:36 AM  
Blogger Sandra said...

OH boy, I know that feeling. I've gone through it so many times, and there's days that I wonder if I'm so bad of a mom to be doing everything wrong.

There's definitely no judging coming from me. I think there is NO perfect mother, we all do what we can and the best we can.

I say, ignore them and keep doing what you do :)

8:56 AM  
Blogger TaterTot said...

Who gets to decide what's "PERFECT" for me?

I do.

Who gets to decide what's "PERFECT" for you?

You do.

12:47 PM  
Blogger The Mother Load said...

Heth - Thanks! And I think I may have caught a glimpse of one of them - no that's just a school bus of kids. HAHA!

Sandra - Thank You! I bite my tongue often, in hopes that it'll build character in my children.

Tater Tot - Well put thank you! Way to pump me up.

5:55 AM  

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