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Monday, March 03, 2008

Will The Real Mom Please Come Home?

Sometimes I can't believe that I have two kids. It almost feels like I'm playing house or I'm doing a really long babysit. Surely the real mom will be coming home any minute. When one of the kids melts down, particularly if we're out in public, I'll join the rest of the crowd and look to see where that child's mom is. Then it will hit me as I'm watching said child lick the post office floor or try to hang upside down from a grocery cart that I'm his mom and a tinge of panic tends to set in. Funny how these moments of doubt don't seem to come when my kids are being sweet and loving.

This past Saturday the Big Giraffe and I were invited to a dinner party. We had a truly wonderful time. For this special occasion I even ditched my uniform of jeans and a v-neck shirt and dressed nicely in a skirt and blouse. The hostess served us on her china and we used real silverware. There were fresh flowers and candles on the table. It was beautiful. I kept on having to remind myself though that I was old enough to eat off of real china. I was, gasp, actually a grownup. In fact I was even two someone's mother. It seemed almost unreal. Fortunately there was plenty of good wine, good food and most importantly good conversation so I didn't dwell on it.

The next day, yesterday, I decided to take my older son (OS) sledding. This was a bad idea for many reasons, the biggest one being that apparently OS hates sledding. He was perfectly happy to watch me sled though. As I was swooshing down the hills, I kept on thinking that I felt really young. That is until I wiped out on the sled. As I stood up and brushed the snow off my jeans, I could feel more snow gathering in my underwear. I had one thought: If I was wearing those big puffy snow pants not only would I not have wet cold underwear, but they would have provided padding. I distinctly remember thinking as a teenager that I would rather suffer from frost bite than wear the puffy snow pants that all the little kids and moms wore. Give me another couple years and my dream will be to own a pair of puffy bib snow pants. I guess I'm not really as young as I thought I was.

A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: You can figure out where in life someone is by their dream snow pants.

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posted by Alex Elliot @ 9:10 AM   15 comments
15 Comments:
  • At 3/03/2008 10:28 AM, Blogger Heather said…

    I have snowpants. Well, in my defense, they're my hubby's old snowpants from when he used to go snow-mobiling. Essential for playing in the snow with kids, although I haven't done it this winter because I'm big and pregnant and lazy.

    I also have the feeling that I'm not old enough to have kids once in a while. I guess we'll always feel younger than we are. Until we're 105 or something.

    Hey...you won!
    http://coolzebras.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-winner-is.html

     
  • At 3/03/2008 10:46 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I am 32 and I have zits, a gray streak in my hair, chin hair and I would love a pair of snowpants. I also have no intention of growing up anytime soon. It's good that I don't want kids...I'll stick with the cat. You know that they make snowpants for adults with and without the bib. Anyway, I have decided that the zits on my chin can stay because when I have a tiny bud of a chin hair about to burst through but too short to pluck, it really just looks like a blackhead. Zits are great camouflage! My mom will be 60 this year and she still has zits so I'm acutely aware that I am doomed:)
    -Steph

     
  • At 3/03/2008 10:51 AM, Blogger Kami said…

    I always wear snow pants when sledding.

    YIKES!

    I must really be old.

    :-)

    I prefer to think of it as logical though.

     
  • At 3/03/2008 11:01 AM, Blogger Mayberry said…

    Snowpants, and also footie pajamas. I can really see the appeal of those.

     
  • At 3/03/2008 12:05 PM, OpenID cablegirl said…

    I love that you posted this. I have moments all the time that are like shocking realizations that MJ is actually my child and not someone else's. The real mom isn't coming home. She is home. It still floors me.

    I guess it doesn't go away with time. lol

    I proudly state that I have never worn a pair of puffy snow pants as an adult. I always wore long johns, jeans, and water proof sky shells.

    Of course, this is not so much of an issue down here in Miami. lol

     
  • At 3/03/2008 12:36 PM, Blogger Tracey said…

    My big moments of shock are when I allow myself to realize that WE are the basis for a childhood for our kids. WE will be those memories that they have. The things that I did are officially OLD and the things they are doing are cool. Sigh... I may not have stories of having to milk the cow and plow the fields before school, but I DO have stories of no vcr, no computer and having to walk to school every day...

     
  • At 3/03/2008 12:39 PM, Blogger skiplovey said…

    Sledding sounds great, heck I'd even wear snowpants if I could go sledding. I might have even worn them as a teen if I had the chance to sled (not much snow around these parts.)

     
  • At 3/03/2008 2:05 PM, Blogger Sally HP said…

    I LOVE the bib snowpants...no snow in your crack and no muffin-top because it's all contained, best of both worlds :)

     
  • At 3/03/2008 2:48 PM, Blogger painted maypole said…

    ha ha ha ha ha! :)

     
  • At 3/03/2008 4:24 PM, Anonymous Suzanne said…

    As I was reading Steph's comment, I thought, "Wow, that person sounds like Steph." Then I noticed that it was. I also am 32, although lately I do not have zits, and I do not have gray hair, I would love snow pants. Husband has snow pants and it makes me jealous.

     
  • At 3/03/2008 5:28 PM, Blogger Jen of A2eatwrite said…

    Your ending totally cracked me up. I can't even imagine a real dinner party!

     
  • At 3/03/2008 5:33 PM, Blogger Amy said…

    I am not even kidding when I say I was having this exact conversation with someone today, about how I don't feel old enough or mature enough or like a grown up enough to have two kids!

    On a good day, I feel 19. Is that weird? Do you think our parents felt like that?

     
  • At 3/04/2008 7:53 AM, Blogger Chantelle said…

    I love this lesson.
    I wonder what the desert equivalent of puffy snow pants would be?

     
  • At 3/04/2008 1:44 PM, Blogger Lizzy in the Burbs said…

    Snowpants? YES!!! Followed quickly by dorky hats, scarves and gloves! I no longer care how I look in the winter, dorky or not, I hate being cold! I guess I'm old, too!

    Lizzy

     
  • At 3/04/2008 3:18 PM, Anonymous selfmademom said…

    If you lived closer to me you could borrow my snow pants. Mayberry- the adult footie pajamas are brilliant.

     
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