Why?!

I don't understand why some people want to blame others for their own mistakes. Then they claim that they are happy when in fact they are miserable. I don't understand why a parent should yell at their adult child and tell them they are done being a parent. You are never done being a parent. Heck, Mumsy is 60 and I am 38. There are many times I need her, even if it is just a soundboard. I am grown, have my own kids, a house, a career, and I find myself needing Mumsy to get my head straight. Being a parent NEVER stops. Mumsy is even going to a 5k with me this weekend to cheer me on.

Now I will say that a parent's role can change. My relationship with Mumsy has gone from parent to now friend, which is awesome right now. My friends think that she is a really cool lady because she enjoys going to movies, dinner adventures (yes I said adventures), spending time with the kids, and more. I will never understand a parent who pops out a kid, raises it, and then when adulthood comes, the parent disappears. It doesn't work that way people. We are terrible as children. The fun doesn't really start till we are grown and actually have intelligent conversations with you, possibly with a glass of wine, but then I digress.

Have you called your kids/parents today?

Buggy

There comes a point in your life when you are a mother and you realize that your little one is fastly become her own person. That she will for not much longer be the baby you cherish. I am realizing that now. She is eating table food now and is getting a personality. She will tell you when she doesn't like someone or whatever it is you are doing. She will let you know when she is tired and when she is happy. Even though she doesn't have completely formed words, you still understand what she is trying to get across. My time as a soppy overbearing mother is about over.

Soon I will have to change to marathon runner and sheep herder. She will be up and about getting into this and that. She will be telling me that she doesn't want to take a nap. She will be telling me that she will not eat those green beans. She will be telling me that she doesn't want a bath. Then she will learn the biggest lesson of all. She will try to tell me to be quiet. That will fail miserably. She will then learn consequence...grounded. Then she will no longer be my sweet angel but the reason why I need a nap myself. I am going to literally relish every minute.