The world is full of really good Moms.
These are women who want their beloved children to be healthy, hearty and independent.
Sometimes I pretend to be one of those women.
This week, though, I was a really bad Mom.
If word of my behavior gets out, I will no doubt be ordered to hand in my Good Mom credentials. I am. So. Ashamed.
See, when my kids were little, I was so proud of myself of helping them to be independent. I bought them hampers and taught them how to do laundry when they were in the fifth grade. (Oh, OK. This happened when my oldest child was outraged that I washed and dried her best sweater, turning it into the perfect doll outfit. Still….) I had them choosing their own clothes by first grade, making their own lunches by third grade, organizing their backpacks by fourth.
I was such. A. Good. Mom.
I let my little fledglings fly! And I was so proud!
Until they all flew away. And my nest was suddenly empty. Then my entire mindset changed.
All of a sudden, I wanted them to need me again. You know, just for a little while!
Which brings me to this week.
My middle child, my golden boy, my smart and independent older son, had to have five teeth pulled at once. Two of them were impacted wisdom teeth. He was going to be in a lot of pain and under the influence of a lot of drugs. I offered to help him, but fully expected him to decline.
This boy has been independent and self-reliant for quite a while now. He doesn’t need his Mamma.
But to my great amazement, he accepted my offer! He asked if I could come and take him to his oral surgeon and then bring him back home! “Gee, OK!”, I said.
And this is where I became the worst mother ever.
Instead of feeling sorry that he had to endure such pain and discomfort, I became ridiculously happy to think of having him home for three days! I bought pastina and yogurt and good ice cream! I made up his bed and cleaned up the bathroom. I defrosted soup and bought extra mouthwash and got ready to nurse my injured boy back to full health.
I am a wicked bad and shameful mother.
And I have had such a great time with my baby boy for the past two days!
As soon as he finishes his home made mac n’ cheese and Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, I will reform and repent and reject my sinful ways.
For now, though, I plan to make him a nice soft omelette and watch him carefully as he eats it.
I’ll turn in my Good Mom badge tomorrow.