Mommy Dearest

I was at a small gathering of ladies the other night, and we had this most intriguing conversation about 13-year olds. One of them was having a birthday this weekend, and her mum was anxious to get home and start baking the cake for the 3-tiered birthday cake requested by the birthday girl. The room was still with awe for this truly great act of love. I was even more shocked and blurted out, "Didn't she throw a shoe to your head recently?" She corrected me, and said it was a soccer cleat. I suggested she save herself a tier, but she just chuckled and asked me if she should hold that over her daughter's head forever, and I remembered how lucky I am to have friends who are fabulous mothers and who are able to role model better behaviour and attitudes than my own. In order to survive the teenage years, I think I will have to remember this well. And the youngest has been watching Annie again and singing "The sun'll come up tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun.", and they're all right. Tomorrow is a new day, and the soccer cleat was SO yesterday! Therefore, bake your cakes today, and smile. I think. : )

N

7 comments:

OzB said...

Kudos to mothers! What a great attitude Nadine :-) You're already an awesome mother - in my books anyway :-)

LaurieM said...

It's amazing what mother's will do for their children's happiness. But I think I'll draw the line at taking a cleat to the head!

Seriously, I both myself and my children have been at the brink of strangling each other, but it's only an indication of how much we love one another.

Unknown said...

Begin everyday fresh (so long as they learn from past mistakes).

Glad to hear someone other than me hears musicals on a daily basis.

julesandnate said...

I'll say it again...you should write a book!

Anonymous said...

That's brilliant. Love, Julia's Mom.

Barbara from Nova Scotia said...

"Tomorrow is a new day, and the soccer cleat was SO yesterday!"
That may have to be my new motto. I lived through two of my husband's teenagers, barely. Being only two years away from another teenager in the house (my first born just turned 11), I don't have a lot of time left to work out a better game plan, hopefully one that will have me still liking my kid if a cleat ever sails towards my head.

Montreal Mama said...

Mother's rock. Enough said.