Friday, May 7, 2010
Art by Laurie Justice Pace
If there's anything I know about myself, it's that I have a mother heart. In fact, I am all-mother, all the time...and I love it!
I also love Jen, as well as the great series she's been providing this week for all of our motherly enjoyment. I have read, laughed, and cried with the best of you, savoring every minute. Which explains why I'm going along with La Denton's request to talk about one aspect of my mothering that needs work and one at which I excel. (I feel like I'm about to start group therapy.)
Okay. What is my fatal flaw as a mom? In the interest of keeping it real, I have asked the four guinea pigs I learned on for some straight-up feedback. I questioned my daughter-in-law, too, but she "didn't have a worst." ;) Not so with my own children! So far, three have reported back with essentially the same answer, so I think it's a pretty safe bet that I've got the right one.
I am...(drum roll, please)...a little bit too enthusiastically involved with...(did one of them say obsessive about?...oh, surely not)...various things in their personal lives that they are already perfectly aware of and working on. (Excuse the dangling prepositions, but a quote is a quote, right?)
And now for my thoughtful response: Who, me?! Or moi, as the case may be.
All right, I'll come clean. Mea culpa. Guilty as charged. It seems this mother's never-ending interest in the well-being of her children can get a bit intrusive at times. Annoying, even. But have no fear, my friends, because I have already taken extraordinary measures to remedy the situation. Case in point: I've refrained from mentioning a certain individual's ill-advised purchase of a rather costly vehicle for several weeks now, and this omission is by design, people! No simple oversights here. I have a nosiness-recovery plan, and I am executing it. Other topics I have carefully avoided mentioning are...oops...wait a minute. I'm not supposed to talk about them. Which would include listing them publicly, I guess. (Boy, this is trickier than I thought.) I think you'll agree that I've got it covered, though. I am mother, hear me roar......(or plug your ears......or press "ignore.") heehee
I wouldn't be at all surprised if that dazzling display of wit prompted you to guess that sense of humor might be my "most excellent" parenting trait. Not even close, I'm sorry to say. It appears that my upside is far duller than that. You'll be thrilled to learn that the motherhood quality my kids say I kick the most you-know-what at is this: being completely supportive, the "glue" that holds our family together. Oops, did I nod off there for a minute? I mean, is that the ho-hummer of ho-hummers, or what? I am completely supportive (so is a well-fitted bra), and I hold our family together (so does our love for Mexican food and a good book). Sheesh! Is that what it all boils down to in the end? Me, Playtex, Pedro's, and printed matter? And what about the Lakers? They hold our family together, too.
All kidding aside, let's take this thing full circle. If there's anything I know about myself, it's that I have a mother heart, and I am thrilled to know that my children find in me someone they can always count on, no matter what. That's why I will happily spend the rest of my life and eternity doing anything and everything I can to hold our family together.
Because it means the world to me. And so do they.
PS. After my second son texted me his response to the question at hand, I texted him back saying that the best and worst traits he came up with were like two sides of the same coin. I loved his answer: "Yes, But it's a nice coin." How cute is that?
PPS. I forgot to mention my new post on the Mormon Women site today. Hope you'll take a minute to go over and check it out!