Keeping it Real

I am writing this blog as a real mom. Not a perfect mom, just a real mom. I have flaws and plenty of them. I will say things that most of you think, but don't want to say out loud. I am not politically or otherwise correct, so if you are easily offended, I suggest you "blog" off now. For my friends and family the preceding comes as no surprise, but for those of you who don't know me, if nothing else you will at least have to admit that I am honest!

Let me start by saying.... I love my children. They are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. Of course my husband ranks up there (just in case he actually reads this), but my children are my life. My daughter is beautiful and smart. She has a quick wit and speaks her mind. My son is handsome and funny. You are probably noticing that I didn't say smart, but he is only a year and a half old. How freakin smart do you expect him to be? He can say "mama" and "dada" and "dude", but he hasn't quite figured out how to solve a quadratic equation yet. I guess that is important to some moms. I am not one of those moms. I want my kids to be kids. You only get to be a kid for such a short time and frankly, I want my kids to be happy. Don't get me wrong, education is extremely important to me, but not at such a forced pace.


I had a pseudo friend in Florida who shall remain nameless (you know who you are you crazy bitch) that constantly criticized her kids. She believed that the only way to make her kids successful was to push them to be better and push them she did. She made her daughter take dance every year even though she clearly hated it and quite frankly it showed. She put her in what she termed as the "best school" which did not allow children to have play time. Learn, learn, learn. She once told her seven year old son that if he didn't concentrate harder he would wind up picking up trash for a living. The only thing I think she taught her son that day was to look down on other people. Needless to say, our friendship was short lived. I am not saying that her choice in schools or parenting style was wrong, just not what I want for my family. Plus as hypocrites go, she was the poster child. Riding her kids all day and riding a bottle of vodka into the next day.

If I can say one thing about myself and my parenting style, it is that I am a supporter. I want my children to succeed as much as anyone, but even more than that, I want them to know that they are loved no matter what they do. I want them to be happy, healthy and trust in me enough to tell me the truth even when I don't want to hear it. Pipe dreams maybe, nonetheless they are my pipe dreams.

Moms are always moms. There is no 401K, paid holidays or sick days. We don't earn a paycheck for our mommy duties, not even our doodie duties. There is no "Mommy of the Month" with a special parking spot. The law doesn't allow us a half an hour lunch with two fifteen minute breaks. However, we get the best rewards. We get paid in kisses an hugs. Every day with your child is a holiday and there is no more precious sound than when your baby first says the word Mommy. I think we have it pretty good most of the time. Trust me, I will be pointing out those other times.

This blog is for every mom. A place to share embarrassing stories, serious stories, opinions, thoughts or just plain bullshit. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours! The only rule is to be real.