Jeffrey’s been a little sullen and mouthy lately. I’ve been chalking it up to hormones starting to kick in and cutting him a little slack, while still making it clear what I expect from him- and making sure he knows how much he’s loved. More often than not when I pick him up at school, he’s disgruntled and ticked about something his sibling did, or is somehow embarrassed. I generally roll with it and if I can get him to laugh, we’re all reset and good again. Today he tossed his backpack in and slumped into the seat next to me, but turned to me and smiled.
“Mom? You know what? You’re cool. I think you’re cooler than a lot of other moms.”
“Oh yeah?” I venture cautiously, slipping my sunglasses from the top of my head back over my eyes, and glance sideways at him. “What brought on this epiphany?”
“Yeah. I was just thinking, you know? Like, you go to school, and you write, and people want to hear you talk and you don’t look like the other moms, and you like playing Dropkick Murphys loud and you like Johnny Cash and sometimes you let us make big messes and paint stuff.” He’s digging Legos out of his pockets and piling them in the cupholder as he’s talking.
“Hmmm. Interesting. Other moms aren’t like that?” I’m trying not to smile, but I’m tickled at his observations.
He giggles, wrinkling his nose in a spray of freckles, “NoooooOOOOO! Other moms have tons and tons of rules and worry about the floor getting messy or things spilling or stuff. Rules and rules and rules.”
“I have rules!” I smile at him.
“Yeah… but only a few. We have to be nice to each other. We have to clean up any mess we make. We can’t say swears. And we have to clean up our room so you can have a path to our bed. That’s about it. Oh, and our laundry. I hate the laundry part. But I guess it’s okay.”
From the backseat, Abby hollers “Put on ‘State of Massachusetts!'” Jeffrey slides the disk in the stereo and turns it up. In my rearview mirror, I see Bean nodding his head to the rhythm and smiling, the autumn sunlight slanting deep through the orange trees into my children’s copper hair as we drove towards home.
Thank you, my children, for being who you are. Satisfaction seated in my heart and soul, at least for this afternoon.
10 thoughts on “Doing Something Right I Hope”
I love it, Tracy! I hope when my kids are a little older they’ll think I’m cool in similar ways.
How’s that for a fat and perfect and unmistakable tender mercy? You keep that memory in a sacred place, you hear?
It’s true. You’re a one freaking cool mom. That Jeffrey’s a smart boy to have realized it before his twenties.
Bless you and that boy.
Wonderful experience, Tracy. Thank you for sharing it. It’s those rays of light (just because they’re . . . you know . . . “rays”) that make the clouds and storms of life worth experiencing. When they break through as stunningly as this . . . Nirvana approacheth.
Sometimes I wonder if we are too lax with our kids, and then one of them comes to us and talks about something that their friends can’t discuss with their parents – or one of their friends spends hours at our house so they don’t have to go home – or one of their friends makes up a silly nickname for me that they wouldn’t dare call an adult in front of their own parents – or one of my daughters gives me a hug for no apparent reason – etc.
We too have rules, but we try to keep them principle-based and as minimal as possible – and we try to talk about everything before we react. It’s not perfect, since we are far from it, and we’ve had our moments when we seriously wondered if we were doing the right thing – but it’s working ok for now.
Yes, you are cool. And wise. You see through the chaos that is your life now and do the important things, and do them well.
You know who has great advice on 10 – 13 year old boys? Auntie Leila of ourmothersdaughters.blogspot.com
And you do sound like an awesome mom.
I will “Ditto” Ray’s comment, since he said so clearly what I was struggling to come up with words to say.
No parent is perfect, but most parents do their best to muddle through. You don’t have to hope you’re doing something right… you ARE. You are a cool mom!
What a spectacular moment! I’m glad Jeffrey shared his perceptions of you as a mother. It makes it easier when you can see some of your effort reflected back from your kids.
You inspire me to be a better cooler Mom! Thank you!!
Loved your post! I’ve been thinking a lot lately how everything out of my mouth is a rule reminder or order to do something. I need to learn how to loosen up and enjoy my kids from great moms like you!
Comments are closed.