Just in time for Mothers Day! My confession: I’m a strange mom. Here’s a blog post all about my odd qualities. …Enjoy!
Below is a list (You know I love lists!) of my strange mom qualities. Perhaps some of you moms out there can relate:
___I do not dress like a teenager. My typical uniform of turtleneck and skirt sets off a grimace among my daughters. I don’t care. I’m the mom and I might as well look like one. I’m cozy and warm and I don’t have to worry about anybody thinking I’m trying to look young. I’m not young. I’m the mom.
___I don’t “relate.” Long ago and far, far away…I was a teenager. I can barely remember those days. I know I performed in theater and sang a lot. That kept me out of trouble. Now, however, I’m the mom and I can’t compromise just because at one time I was a little flaky. I’m the mom now. Sorry, I can’t relate.
___ I can say no. That’s a tough one for any mom. It’s so easy to cave in. But I’m one of those strange moms who wants her kids to know some things are not a good idea. My kids may not like me, but I have to say no. I can only protect my kids if I build some fences. I can’t kick the fences down just because they’re whining.
___I can be the bad guy. Go ahead, kids. Blame the strange mom. I love being an excuse to get you out of embarrassing situations or tight spots. Sure, anyone under the age of 17 may think I am strange and strict. I don’t care. I’m the strange mom. I only care what God thinks. He’s in charge.
___I embarrass my kids. I’ve been caught singing show tunes at the top of my lungs. I’m sorry, kids, but it comes out sometimes. I also sing Veggie Tale songs and about every Kids Bible Study song in the book. Singing is my thing. I try to hide it, but sometimes, it bubbles out.
___I’ve been known to dance. I love it. Usually I’m in the basement where no one is watching. Sometimes, however, I start swaying to music in public and, if my daughter isn’t there to grab my arm, I weave my way onto the dance floor and mortify bystanders with the sight of a strange mom dancing.
___I pay attention to my kids’ movies, TV shows, internet and songs. “Is it decent?” I ask. My kids moan. When they can’t say “yes,” it annoys them. At least they understand what they watch and listen to could affect what they think and do.
___I love my kids. Don’t we all? But I’m the strange mom who holds them accountable…because I love them. I’m the mom who makes them work to build integrity. I’m the mom who questions them to make them think. I am the mom who talks about God stuff… because love doesn’t get any better than that.
I’m a strange mom and
mighty proud of it.