| The proper way to tell your mother hush |
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| Written by OHmommy | |
| Thursday, 06 November 2008 19:00 | |
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One of the best things about living six hours away from my mother is that she's pretty much oblivious to my everyday parenting. To say that she is obsessed with making sure that I mother properly would be an understatement. When she calls to check in, I have no problem stretching the truth, "Of course they ate their vegetables today." This weekend we are off to Chicago to visit my parents. There is no doubt in my mind that as we tuck my children in bed, under her roof this Friday night, she will turn to me and whisper, "Are you sure they are comfortable sleeping in polyester?" And when we wake up in the morning, under her roof, I will fill their bowls with cereal in front of Saturday morning cartoons and she will approach me and ask, "They should have something warm, at the table. Don't you agree?" I will climb the stairs and search through my luggage to find outfits deemed appropriately warm enough for my mother only for her to admit, "I would feel so cold without a proper cotton undershirt. Wouldn't you?" Instead of listening to the pitter-patter of six scrumptious bare feet prancing under her roof she will ask, "Don't you think they would enjoy this more wearing slippers?"  And. By the time Saturday night rolls around my mother will offer me a glass of vino and admit in her broken Eastern-European accent, "You are such a better mom than I ever was. You are so relaxed and able to enjoy them all. I am proud."So dearest mother whose roasted pork loin I love and can't wait to devour. Forget about their bare feet and cold breakfast just this weekend and enjoy. Live, love, and laugh with me all weekend long. And hush! |
