Diary of a Mad Mama in a Minivan…part four: 08/18/10 If you’re a parent, you have to ask yourself every once in awhile whether or not you think you’re doing a good job. I ask myself this question usually in circumstances like this: Last night I was putting the kids to bed. Mind you, they are ten, eight and almost four but I like the tradition of tucking my babies in one by one, turning on their nightlights and reading to them or in my three year olds case singing to them. Of course my older two want no part of my singing voice, or howl as some might see it. So the older two share a room and I put them to bed and go to my three year olds room and tuck her into bed and she asks me to sing a song. So I tuck my angel in after a long, mostly exhausting day. At this point I am a happy mama because I know within a matter of minutes my girls will be in dreamland and I can be off my my kerchief…oh wrong story sorry…I can be off in my land of bubbles and books. I sit upon her bed and ask, as I always do, what song she wants me to sing to her. The first request of the night is “somewhere over the rainbow” which is exactly where you’d want to be if you’d heard me sing. But my three year old loves her mommy’s voice so I start to sing. Mind you, I am exhausted from a very long day and singing this lovely tune makes me want to rock myself to sleep. As I’m somewhere around the second line she looks up at me with those bright eyes and says “mama not that song”. Patiently I ask what request she has now. “I want tinkle star mama”. So I begin said tune and don’t get even past the first line until she stops me yet again. At this point I start to feel a little frustrated (I know, me get frustrated???), and I tell her she has one minute to tell me what song she wants. “Teddle dee mama” aka “Rockin’ Robin”. I make it to the third line and she says in her loudest voice “NNOOOO”. So I get up as if I’m getting ready to march for my life and start to storm out and tell her she can forget a song and what does she say? “I wuv u mommy”. Heart.Melt. So where does that leave me on my escapades with the position of motherhood? Blessed. For all the craziness and tears and scrapes and sleepless nights and interruptions I wouldn’t trade for any sense of normalness. This is my normalness. And I love it.
If you’re a parent, you have to ask yourself every once in awhile whether or not you think you’re doing a good job. I ask myself this question usually in circumstances like this:
Last night I was putting the kids to bed. Mind you, they are ten, eight and almost four but I like the tradition of tucking my babies in one by one, turning on their nightlights and reading to them or in my three year olds case singing to them. Of course my older two want no part of my singing voice, or howl as some might see it. So the older two share a room and I put them to bed and go to my three year olds room and tuck her into bed and she asks me to sing a song.
So I tuck my angel in after a long, mostly exhausting day. At this point I am a happy mama because I know within a matter of minutes my girls will be in dreamland and I can be off my my kerchief…oh wrong story sorry…I can be off in my land of bubbles and books. I sit upon her bed and ask, as I always do, what song she wants me to sing to her.
The first request of the night is “somewhere over the rainbow” which is exactly where you’d want to be if you’d heard me sing. But my three year old loves her mommy’s voice so I start to sing. Mind you, I am exhausted from a very long day and singing this lovely tune makes me want to rock myself to sleep. As I’m somewhere around the second line she looks up at me with those bright eyes and says “mama not that song”.
Patiently I ask what request she has now.
“I want tinkle star mama”.
So I begin said tune and don’t get even past the first line until she stops me yet again. At this point I start to feel a little frustrated (I know, me get frustrated???), and I tell her she has one minute to tell me what song she wants.
“Teddle dee mama” aka “Rockin’ Robin”.
I make it to the third line and she says in her loudest voice “NNOOOO”.
So I get up as if I’m getting ready to march for my life and start to storm out and tell her she can forget a song and what does she say?
“I wuv u mommy”.
Heart.Melt.
So where does that leave me on my escapades with the position of motherhood? Blessed. For all the craziness and tears and scrapes and sleepless nights and interruptions I wouldn’t trade for any sense of normalness. This is my normalness. And I love it.