I'm THAT mom. :)

Turns out, I'm THAT mom.

You know, the one who before

she was a mom, had a list a mile

long of all the things she SWORE

she would never do with her own

baby.

The one who, before becoming a mom,

silently judged other moms, as I passed

them by in Walmart or wherever,while

their child lays on the floor, flailing about

and screaming because they don't want

to get back in the buggy, or they want a toy.

{I remember looks on all of the moms faces all too well}

Some moms frantic, and anxious to do anything

in their power to get their baby to just BE QUIET.

Quivering in their voices as they played both

sides of the conversation between themselves

and their baby:

Do you want sippy cup?--no

Elmo?--no

Blankie?--no

Passy?--no

Do you just want to embarrass me in a store full of watchful eyes?

--YES.

Other moms are unfazed.

They simply go about with their

shopping as if their child wasn't making a complete spectacle of himself.

Almost as if they are denying ownership of the monster on the floor.

Nearly seeing the thoughts of the moms,

{by the look on their faces}

maybe if I just ignore it, it will go away.

Flash foward 3 years,

as I juggle my own child,

it is only on occasion that I have

to receive my punishment for passing judgement.

So since becoming a mom,

I have been both of the moms described above

atleast once, especially when Parker was in his

younger "terrible two" stage.

And I can tell you,

that neither of the above methods worked with

quieting him.

Then I went through a phase where when

he did act like that, I'd snatch him up from the

ground, leaving behind whatever was in my buggy,

and go home, where he could be a monster...

without the judgement of others.

And I added that experience to the list:

the list of the type of mom, I swore I would never be, with a child who does things I swore no child of mine would ever do.

And in case you were wondering, that list goes on,

such as:

Wear light up shoes.

Over eat candy.

Make my living room a play yard.

Go out in public barefooted.

And more shining moments.

After three years, as an official mom,

I realize that I am THAT mom,

the one who will tell you that

even on the worst days...................

it's all SO totally worth it.