....not the mom who has the cute yoga outfit and perfect makeup in target with a daughter in Cinderella shoes and a son walking silently beside the cart, not touching things...You have ALL seen her, met her, known her...I am NOT her....(I wear yoga pants that are too long and the same aqua zip up and the makeup is normally from the day before, as is the pony tail...oh, and I am the one with the son touching everything and pouting because he is required to sit in the cart)
....not the one who bakes cookies and cleans like Merry Maids and washes dishes and kisses all boo boos and gets up super early chipper and with breakfast on the table (I normally get the bottom of the cookies too brown and hate cleaning and tell him
to "suck it up" because I have seen worse it will be okay when he is hurt, and I like sleep)
....not the one who irons all our clothes and wears a size 6 and remembers every one's birthdays and says the right thing all the time... (I hate ironing and do not own an ironing board but am open to accepting one as a gift; I wear something with two digits and try to always send birthday cards and often put my foot, or even proverbial foot, in my mouth.)
But let me tell you a great story about the mom I AM...the one who bounces back....it is a hilarious story.
Yesterday afternoon, I was dressing Tedi for church and drying him off after a bath. I was using the towel to wipe the extra lotion off his face and noticed his bottom gum was bleeding. That is weird, I thought. Well, early this morning I was thinking about it and how strange it was. Then again tonight, I thought about it as we were playing outside...about the bleeding gums. Sitting on the porch stairs, I yelled for Tedi to come here... and what do you know, he lost his bottom tooth (yes tooth, singular, as he did not have many to start with)....so here I am, the mom who knocked out her son's tooth 24 hours ago and did not realize it. THAT IS ME.... What do I do? Do I panic? (maybe a little on the inside) Do I beat myself up? (um, some) After about 5 minutes of silently swinging on the porch swing debating if I am going to mommy hell for missing my son's first tooth fairy experience because I knocked it out and didn't know it.... I decide to go look for it... and there in the middle of Radiator Springs (on the rug in his floor from the movie Cars) was a little tooth. Man, was he pumped ?!?! When I asked him what he was going to do with the tooth (even after trying to explain the tooth fairy) he said in all seriousness, "I will put it back in." We both lost it (JT and I).... so now he sleeps, tooth under pillow, awaiting a surprise for the morning. Sooo, I am THAT mom...the one who loves my son, the one who bounces back....I will take that for now!