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Take me to Never Land

16 Dec

“You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

J.M. Barrie

Somewhere between a breath and a blink my precious baby turned into a little boy.  He went from my arms to his own two feet, from diapers to underwear, and from his crib to the great, wide world of school.  His face thinned out, his teeth fell out and his baby voice quietly faded away.  As I look back on the pictures of his years before 8 I am left with the bitter realization  ‘it really does go fast.’

As I watch him in his 8 year old state and I see his interests change, and his friendships grow I can’t help but remember the way things used to be.  How he would play with my hair while I would get ready in the morning.  How he would climb into our bed at night just to be near us.  How he would reach for my hand when we crossed the street.  How he would fly around the living room wearing his Superman costume.  And how adamant he was on “marrying me” when he grew older.  He was my Superman and I was his Louis Lane.

Now he is 8, and I can’t help but feel as if we are in the middle of his childhood and the end is all too near.  He is old enough now to hold a real conversation and questions every answer we give him, yet he is still young enough to enjoy my hugs and a good book before bed.  He is old enough to tell a good a joke and keep a secret, yet he is young enough to believe in magic and Santa and all that is wonderful.  And he still insists on living with me forever.

I know as the days turn into months and soon years and we rush through our lives with our ‘to-do’ lists and expectations my little boy will grow into a young man.  The day will come where he will have a cell phone and prefer his friends to family.  He will disconnect from his home and connect with the world.  He will find a new girl to share his love with.  And one day he will come to me and my kiss will not fix his broken heart.  His eyes will roll at the sound of my voice and he will no longer want to “marry me.”

He will have Grown Up.

But tonight, while the rest of the world sleeps I will fly him off to Never Land.  We will travel to the second star to the right and leave this busy world behind.  We will fly and dance and think nothing of the life we are missing.  We will have an Adventure and he will never grow up, if only for a night.

What a bitter/sweet thing parenthood is.

“Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older, and then before you know it, they’re grown.”

J.M. Barrie

Every Mom Poops

20 Nov

Jenny MacCarthy Candies Pic

Some women are just born mothers.  They keep a perfect house.  They have happy, well adjusted children.  They take care of their bodies, their husbands, cook everything from scratch, and have a current scrapbook for each of their kids.  They volunteer for the PTA, field trips, soccer coaching and everything else in between.  They do their hair and make-up everyday and don the perfect smile from ear to ear.  And did I mention they also have a successful career.  They have it all and they make it look easy.

And then, there are the rest of us.

The ponytail wearing, tired looking, not enough hours in the day Mom’s.  The ones who struggle to get the dishes and laundry done all in the same day.  The Mom’s who are at least 5 minutes late to everything and consider a trip to the grocery store an excuse to get dressed up.

It’s hard enough being a Mom without those mythical “perfect Mom’s” out there making us feel worse about ourselves.  Of course there are always those “bad Mom’s” out there making us feel better about ourselves (SuperNanny, anyone).  But in reality we are all on the same team.  We are all facing the same struggles.  Some of us just hide it better than others.  Just look at all the parenting Blogs out there.

So, to remind Mothers that we all put our sweats on one leg at a time, I wrote a little poem.  It is a play off the popular children’s book “Everyone Poops.”  Enjoy.

Every Mom loves

Every Mom laughs

Every Mom works hard

Every Mom cries

Every Mom struggles

Every Mom wants the best for her children

Every Mom loses herself

Every Mom doubts

Every Mom does her best

Every Mom wants to be accepted

Every Mom sneaks a cookie before dinner after she told her child “no” when he wanted a cookie before dinner…No?  OK, maybe that’s just me.

Just the same,

Every Mom eats


Every Mom Poops

What do you struggle with most as a Mom?