I’m a hard mom. You wanna know how tough I am? I signed up my kid for mother’s morning out while he was still in the womb. I knew before he was even born that I was going to be ready for someone else to care for him four hours, once a week. I am not one of those do-it-all moms. I can’t stay with my kid 24\/7. He likes me better when I’ve had a break and frankly, I like him a whole lot better when I’ve had a break.<\/p>\n
The first year, he was six-months old when he started. I fled after dropping him off with nary a backward glance. Last year was tougher. He had a bit of stranger anxiety, so I often lingered outside his room until he got acclimated. Today, as I dropped him off at the start of his third year, he barely kissed me goodbye before he was off playing with all the snazzy new toys. <\/p>\n
One of the other boys in his class was having a hard time with mom leaving him so he was screaming as if someone where peeling off his eyelids. I peeked through the door to see what Eli was up to as he was seated next to the screamer. He kept looking quizzically at the red-faced boy. Once I saw him reach over and pat the screamer on the arm as if to comfort him. I started to get tears in my eyes. I am so tough.<\/p>\n
I picked him up just after lunch and he was full of green sucker and stories of school. I let him call Stephen on the cell phone to tell dad about his day. Afterward, Stephen noted he was a regular chatter-box. Now he is taking a nap and as soon as he’s awake it’ll be time for a snack and some Sesame Street,<\/em> possibly a round of the “cookie game.”<\/a><\/p>\n I usually get a lot of stuff done on Tuesdays and this year, he’s going on Thursdays as well so double the time to get stuff done! I have visions of getting my house spring cleaned one room\/one Thursday at a time. I can go to the bank, the store, the dry cleaners, the book store, the gym or to lunch with Stephen with speed and ease. But it’s lonesome by myself, I noticed today. I’m kinda looking forward to him waking up from his nap so he can tell me another penguin story. I haven’t once gotten to read a children’s book today. I’ve not gotten very many hugs with pats either or to smell his little boy sweaty head. Did I forget to mention how tough I am?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m a hard mom. You wanna know how tough I am? I signed up my kid for mother’s morning out while he was still in the womb. I knew before he was even born that I was going to be ready for someone else to care for him four hours, once a week. I am … Continue reading The Toughest Mom in the World<\/span>