I will laugh with my son for hours.
I will encourage my child to make a mess just because we don’t always have to live inside the lines.
I will blast the music mid-afternoon and dance with my boy until we can’t stand anymore.
I will sing with my boy, at the top of our lungs, until our throats are hoarse…while driving down the highway.
I will spend lazy days, on the couch, in our pajamas, eating cake and ice cream for lunch because we can.
I will have an all night movie fest with my boy while eating popcorn and telling stories under our make-shift tent.
I will not have a heart attack when my son draws on the walls…his art isn’t doing any damage paint can’t eventually fix.
I will let my boy pick out his clothes, even if they don’t match and they include my pink cupcake bandanna.
I will enjoy listening to my son tell me stories, sing me songs, read to me in his own silly language.
I am that mother that will pay the bill at a restaurant and leave without eating a bite if my son gets out of hand.
I am that mother that will put back an entire cart of groceries if my son decides to have a full blown tantrum over not getting the ice cream he demands.
I am that mother that will take my son to the restroom for a moment of discipline if he decides the aisles are a good place to throw himself on the floor, hit, kick, or throw things.
I am that mother that does not believe in hitting when angry BUT I will give my son one swat to his behind if he remotely thinks it’s okay to say a potty mouth word he’s heard from who knows where. (I know my curse words of choice and those are not it).
I am that mother that will send my son to his room and leave the tv off all day as punishment.
I am that mother that will raise her voice when my boy does the exact opposite of everything I have asked him to do.
I am that mother that will ALWAYS talk to my son about why he has been disciplined/punished. I will ALWAYS explain to my son that I love him and I want his behavior to always reflect the wonder of his amazing spirit.
I am that mother that will correct my son when he is misbehaving AND reward him when he is doing wonderfully…or at least trying to.
I am that mother that doesn’t have all of the right answers.
I am that mother that struggles to find the line of nature and nurture.
I am that mother that tries every day to strengthen my sons ability to communicate his feelings instead of acting them out.
I am that mother that talks to her son like he is a human being. Not a puppet. Not a dog. Not a baby. A human being. With a heart. A soul. Feelings. Thoughts. Emotions. Opinions.
I am that mother that will never stop working at being better and encouraging my son to do just the same.