Man I love close friends. Especially the kind that feel your pain, know what you're going through and don't offer unwarranted advice. The kind that just listens, really truly listens as you ramble about anything.
Just when I thought I was one of those so-called "bad" mom's for letting my child eat cheetos and watch Hannah Montana I get a 4pm phone call from my sister-mom Cazzie. Her daughter is only 3 months ahead of Davey and we spent 45 minutes laughing hysterically at eachother's stories. We've decided that the moms who look down on us for the laundry list of things we're supposedly doing "wrong" are poop faces and our girls can beat their honor's kids up any day of the week. Really, I mean what is with the this-sounds-like-advice-but-I'm-really-just-telling-you-what-the-right-way-is comment? Is it great that your 2 1/2 year old does chores? Yes. Is it strange in any way that mine doesn't? NO. I sometimes have this vision that these "SNOMS" (snobby moms) go home and tell their husbands "oh David, you should SEE what Chrissie lets Davey get away with. I mean, reallllly!" or "Davanee still has a pacifier, can you believe it?". I'm not going to say I've never caught myself talking about someone else's kid BUT in my own defense it's seriously only when I see a kid that's destroying something and the parent decides not to do something about it (hey blond kid, you, the one standing on top of the lego table and blocking the Disney movie in Barro's kid's area...I'm talking about YOU).
I was happy to find out that Davanee isn't the only kid who decides to scream for attention the second I pick up the phone or that she's not the only one who is suddenly picky and seems to be content living on GoGurt (no matter how you try to convincing her to eat some chicken). Why is it so relieving when you're reminded that you aren't the only one going through these toddler stages (or even life, for that matter) with worry, insecurity or downright fear? Maybe we just feel better knowing someone else is dealing with a temper tantrum like you, a pen-covered knee like you, a macaroni covered floor like you, a nightmare-ish dinner out like you. When we remember that, we can feel instead of being alone, that your friend feels the same pain and is fighting back the same tantrum of their own.
I don't know if this all boils down to the fact that misery loves company or if it's simply summed up by John Lennon's "I get by with a little help from my friends". Or maybe it's something else entirely. Whatever causes what I feel, or whatever it is, is good. It made my day, no make that week.
I love you Caz. mmmm-wuah.
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Damn honey, I didn't know you were such a talented writer! Have you ever thought of writing a book because you got some serious skills!! By the way, reading that made me feel better too. :D
ReplyDeleteLove,
Ryan