Motherhood

Grrr.. I am so mad at myself. I missed a perfectly good blog worthy moment by forgetting my camera tonight when Joshua, Sophia and I attended a Twilight Tales at the library. We sang carols, read Christmas books, made ornaments, decorated a tree and the kids played in "snow" bubbles to a song titled "Snowflake". It was a lot of fun. As we walked out of our library, which has provided lots of free and quality entertainment over the last four years, I found myself saddened by the closing of this chapter since I will probably never attend another storytime for a preschooler again. Ahh... we won't go there yet. Maybe we will hit up Musical Jam next week for one last hoorah...

During the storytime there was this one child who was "that child"... if you know what I mean. Now, I can comment on "that child" because I have been the mother of "that child" many a times. Nevertheless, I sat smugly back behind everyone as my angelic darlings sat sweetly on the carpet listening intently to the woman reading the story with their arms around each other like they were two of the Waltons. Sitting there I came up with solution after solution to this little boys out of control behavior and why in the world is he allowed to do x, y and z? Then empathy for the mother would creep in as I could almost telepathically read the thoughts in her head as I know exactly how she feels. Been there and done that. Why do we do this as mothers? Sin. That is why. I vacillate between "woe is me I am a horrible mother my children are doomed for destruction" to "oh look at my sweet Walton children who would never do THAT". Both extremes are sinful. I so desperately wish I had a funny ending to this story like Joshua turned around after the first stanza of Silent Night and punched his sister in the nose but tonight I really don't have that to share. However, tomorrow I probably will.

As we were checking out our books another mother comes up to the check out area next to me as her two year old thrashes on the floor... I will leave you with her words as they made me laugh and seemed quite ironic - "Yes, that is my two year old. I was a perfect mother until I became one."