|I think about the mom I was. I no longer resemble her.|
|Written by OHmommy|
|Saturday, 03 April 2010 00:00|
My eldest was four when he devoured, for the first time, a processed-shelf-life-of-a-million-years Oreo cookie at a birthday party. I still remember the shock in the other mom's voices when they asked, "Is this really his first Oreo?" The mess that it left behind was epic enough for me to never forget. Even though I managed to clean him up there, I couldn't wait to prematurely leave the party for the comforts of my immaculate home where I could hose him off correctly. Clean and busy with his goodie-bag, I proceeded to chop locally grown vegetables for my infamous beet soup that he and my toddler Lola gobbled up to provide some nutrition on that day. The day he had his first Oreo. I had no idea I was pregnant with my third child.
I think about the mom I was, a lot. I no longer resemble her.
I haven't made beet soup since that day and my third child had Oreos before her first birthday. I wonder which child of mine will be happiest in life. Things that used to bother me so much are just laughable now. Like the perfect photo I so desperately wanted of the three children in front of the Eiffel Tower. Oh, that tickles me pink now.
Just recently on our last vacation, I had to stifle my laughter when people tried to help by "entertaining" my toddler on the busy streets of downtown Disney when they realized I was trying to capture that perfect sibling portrait. "Princess! Look here... your mommy is taking a picture." "Awwww.... don't be shy. Smile for the camera!" "Peek-a-boo. I see you!" People gathered to observe. I politely nodded, turned around and continued to snap away on my camera. But the photo? I. Love. It captures all three children perfectly.
Stubborn. Dramatic. Inquisitive.
I bet you can't even tell who had non-organic Oreos all day long while patiently waiting in Disney lines.
I would have been upset, years ago, at the photo above. But it makes me smile, so much today. I can't imagine how much it will make me laugh years from now. Is there anything sweeter than capturing mishaps? I would've disagreed five years ago while striving for perfection.
But today, I deem it frameable. I don't even recognize myself.
|Last Updated on Friday, 02 April 2010 23:33|