I realized today that I'm not the quiet mousy mom, who listens to classical music all day, speaks in a hushed whisper, wears flowy aprons, drinks homemade lemonade and has sunshine coming out her arse.
I'm the type of mom who is sarcastic with her kids, listens to Ozzy Osbournes "crazy train" while driving them home from school. I wear sweatshirt hoody's, drinks coffee, has a coke for a snack and tells it like it is.
Growing up I new both types of mom's. both a little more extreme then I described. Friend A's mom, to me was very quiet, proper and scared the shit out of me. I could only play in A's room and no where else, maybe once or twice outside. We had to play "house" most of the time, no barbies, no make-up, no dressing up. just house...with play food and baby dolls. if she gave me a ride I HAD to sit in the front, and A had to be in the back, never us both in the back together. A could never have sleep overs, could never drink soda and always had to be proper when her mom was around. When she came to my house(which was rare) we could play with my barbies, play inside, outside, play in my room, the living room, downstairs in the family room. I thought it was weird, but she was my best friend. I gave A a barbie for her 8th birthday and it was taken away because it was too suggestive. umm ok? I hated A's mom. she was something I didn't understand. she was too extreme for me. to this day I get chills thinking about this lady.
Friend B's mom was quite different. she wasn't quiet, she was sarcastic, funny and let us play all through the house. We could play hide and seek, house, we could play outside all day, have picnics and just have a good time. I wasn't really scared of Mom B, although when she got mad...stay away.
Mom B, drank coffee, had diet coke in her fridge, for the most part we had run of the house. she would actually talk to me like a normal person. I wasn't afraid to talk to her like I was with mom A. Friend B was always at my house. playing anything we could, we had sleepovers, birthday parties and were besties. until... she moved. ugh, I missed her and her mom, it felt like home going to B's house.
I definitely don't want to be like Mom A, nor mom B, I want to be somewhere in the middle. I want the kids to have fun and not be totally restricted but also have boundaries and rules. I don't want to be a strict mom that refuses to let the kids do anything, I want to mold them in the right direction and let them make choices, good or bad.
21 hours ago