So tomorrow I'm going to be on a panel of 3 "experienced"moms (another word for "mature" which just means I'm old) at a MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting. I'm supposed to introduce myself (most of these women already know me) and give a short statement about my method of parenting. I think I have it memorized: "Hello. I'm txmomx6 (of course I'll use my actual name!) and ..... I'm mean." That's it. Totally. And I'm not being modest, or being too hard on myself. Just ask my kids. "Please tell us, children of txmomx6, how would you explain your mother's method of parenting?" "Her method? Well, we're not sure what the heck that would be, but she's mean." It's OK, really. I think once you get into your 40's, you come to grips with reality. And it's OK. So -- I'm mean. And proud. Maybe I should start a club, with a logo and a t-shirt -- "Mean mom -- & proud".
Anyway, after we introduce ourselves they'll open the floor for questions and we'll answer them, based on our method of parenting. I hope I'm not sitting next to some lovey-dovey, child-obsessed "helicopter" mom, cuz I may get even meaner. Or at least I'll look meaner sitting next to her. She'll gush about her children (or child, cuz that kind of parent usually has just one) and say that she hopes he/she lives with her forever. And then I'll have to give my opinion: "As I see it, God gave me these children to raise so that they'd get out of my house." There ya go. Parenting 101. Have them; love them; raise them; love them; teach them to be independent; love them; encourage them; love them; get them out. Ta-da! And then bide your time until you can totally spoil your grandchildren.
That's my opinion anyway.
And after the MOPS meeting I have to get some socks. A mother's work is never done. Sheesh.
P.S. Note to Mom: About the new car -- nothing terribly exciting; a Honda CRV. But it's roomier than the Mustang and I like it.
Got it this summer. And I don't like socks left in it.
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