Allow me to start by saying that I love my job. I have learned so many things about myself that I never knew before and I learned a lot of skills which I never would have gained had I not pursued this position. However, one of the many working mom problems that we, parents who work outside of home, have to live with is that we miss out on so many things.
But I want it! I want to buy it! Just get money from the bank!
As soon as I heard those words come out from my 6 year-old daughter’s mouth, I felt like a failure as a mother. Where did I go wrong? Whose entitled kid is this? And I thought that we had this type of behavior where she throws a fit whenever she doesn’t get what she wants all worked out. Sigh.
You know how hard it is for us moms to keep up and connect with our BFFs outside our child-infested houses, right? What with running after kids, housework and the endless meals, we all resort to Facebook, Twitter or text messaging (hurriedly, if I may say so) just to be able to catch up with each other. And sometimes we even forget to respond because damn kids just won’t stop whining/crying/asking to be fed! Well, worry no more, I have come up with easy to memorize mom codes to help us get our messages across with the least number of taps (so we can go back to running after our naked toddlers). Enjoy!
My 6yo daughter isn’t the most graceful loser in the world. She gets mad, throws things or sulks in a corner whenever she loses in a game or when she’s having a hard time doing something. She’s the type of child who always wants to be the first in everything. Getting the first slice of cake, to get on the swing and yes, to win all the games that she and her brother play at home. When life isn’t in her favor? She gets mad.
I have a daughter and her name is Ysabelle. She’s 6 years old but she can’t read yet. Out of the 26 alphabets, she can only memorize 18 of them and that’s on a good day.
And my heart aches.
It pains me not because my daughter can’t read like other kids her age but mainly because I know how harsh and cruel the world can be to those, who society perceive as “different”.
Pushover parenting is getting the best of me.
I looked at my three year old as she held the pencil sharpener in one hand and the pencil on the other “Do you need help?” I asked. “No mom, me only. I do it.” Clumsily, she inserted the pencil into the little hole and started twisting.
Crunch……………………. crunch………………………. crunch it went.
It is with a heavy heart today that I announce, the tooth fairy has been unmasked.
I’ve been busted.
You can hand me the cone of shame anytime now.
We all know who the tooth fairy is, right? Sometimes it’s the man of the house, sometimes it’s the one who thinks she’s always right. Ahem. Whut?!
In our house, it has always been me. Why? Because I think I make a better looking tooth fairy. And all these years, due to unexplainable sentimental hoarding, I have kept my son’s teeth in a tiny tin box. If somebody out there is doing the same thing, I implore you, get rid of them NOW! I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but little people are skilled at finding stuff you don’t want them to see. My kids have proven this so many times, but it looks like I have never learned my lesson.