What is it about kids that can instantly shift the mood? With just a glance, a giggle, or an unexpected, “I love you, Mommy,” they can turn a gloomy day around. Their humor is often unintentional yet charming. For instance, my son recently declared, “Mom, I’m never going to eat dirt again.” I’m still baffled as to how he came to that decision, but hey, I’m glad he won’t be doing it anymore.
To paraphrase a classic saying, “Kids really do say the most amusing things.” On days when everything feels overwhelming, one look at their innocent faces can make all my worries vanish. Motherhood has a unique way of touching the soul. It’s a gradual transformation, subtle enough that friends and family might sense a change but are often unable to pinpoint it. It’s akin to that moment when someone dyes their hair a bit too dark; people may scrutinize closely but can’t quite articulate what’s different. Except for my kids—they are exceptional observers. Perhaps I should refrain from bragging, as I know how that can come off.
Though my children don’t always acknowledge the countless tasks I handle daily, they express their appreciation in their own, often hilarious ways. For example, “Mom, is that a red dot on your face? Can I touch it?” Honestly, it’s a fair question. At almost 40 years old, I’m not exactly thrilled about the signs of aging popping up. And no, nothing is being touched!
“Mom, why do you have hair on your legs?” I adore their curious minds, just as much as I enjoy cozy fall weather and long pants. Bless the Midwest!
“Mom, do you have a mustache?” Until that moment, I was blissfully unaware, but apparently, I do. It’s like having a brutally honest friend who will point out anything embarrassing to save you from humiliation.
“Do you use teeth whitener, Mom?” This question could go two ways, but the intent is obvious based on the tone. This is followed closely by their prefacing statements of, “No offense, Mom, but…”
“Your armpits smell, Mom.” Why are they prying into my personal space? I didn’t ask for their input, but I’m not showering for them! I chalk it up to aging (refer back to the almost 40 comment). Next week, I might just smell like my grandmother’s house—you know that distinct scent. But hey, a little distance isn’t so bad.
“Ugh! Stop dancing, Mom.” My kids can’t stand it. Behind closed doors, I fully embrace my lack of rhythm. After all, revenge is sweet, and I can break out my “Stanky Legg” moves with pride.
“Why don’t you have a real job, Mom?” From a child’s perspective, it’s a valid question. I could delve into a lengthy explanation about the importance of my role as a mom, filled with joy and gratitude. But honestly, I’m tired of hearing myself talk. Instead, I’d rather pick at my zits, skip shaving, and enjoy another glass of red wine—teeth-staining and all. I know the risks. Just let me be. Mommy’s beautiful on the inside.
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In summary, parenting is filled with amusing moments, often driven by the innocent observations of our children. They remind us to find humor in the everyday chaos and to embrace our imperfections with a smile.