The Story by Brandi Carlile is one of my all time favorite songs. And now it’s on ESPN in a Joe Paterno tribute commercial. Thank you Game Day, for tugging on my heartstrings while featuring an 81 year old man who’s about to keel over and die on the football field at any minute.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Make it go away!
I realize that you officially become a mom the minute you pop out a baby, but at what point do you become a mother? At what age do you become that woman, who points her finger and gives you “the look” and tells you things you don’t want to hear? The woman that everyone under the age of 25 rolls their eyes at?
I always thought it was later in life, when your kids were old enough to be taught a lesson. Like, one day, your kid wakes up and actually starts to take in what you are saying, and you can see that little brain processing the information.
I seem to be taking on “motherhood” way too early. And I’m fighting my best fight, but it’s not letting up.
Case in point:
I work with a young 25 year old. She’s cute and blonde, lives in downtown Austin, dates a hipster guy, and likes to partake in one too many adult beverages on the weekends. And maybe Tuesdays. Anyways, the point is, she’s fun. And last Monday, she comes into work and proceeds to tell me that she and her roommates got a trampoline.
I was appalled at what flew out of my mouth: “A TRAMPOLINE??? What if someone gets drunk, gets hurt, and tries to sue you???”
Whoa, back up. What did I just say? Because it sounded an awful lot like something that a mother would say. And I’m not a mother yet. I’m only 32 and my kid is only 10 months old. I’m the girl that would have too much to drink and think it’s a good idea to jump on the trampoline!! Well, maybe 2 years ago, I was that girl. But still.
Her response? “SHUT UP MOM!”
I always thought it was later in life, when your kids were old enough to be taught a lesson. Like, one day, your kid wakes up and actually starts to take in what you are saying, and you can see that little brain processing the information.
I seem to be taking on “motherhood” way too early. And I’m fighting my best fight, but it’s not letting up.
Case in point:
I work with a young 25 year old. She’s cute and blonde, lives in downtown Austin, dates a hipster guy, and likes to partake in one too many adult beverages on the weekends. And maybe Tuesdays. Anyways, the point is, she’s fun. And last Monday, she comes into work and proceeds to tell me that she and her roommates got a trampoline.
I was appalled at what flew out of my mouth: “A TRAMPOLINE??? What if someone gets drunk, gets hurt, and tries to sue you???”
Whoa, back up. What did I just say? Because it sounded an awful lot like something that a mother would say. And I’m not a mother yet. I’m only 32 and my kid is only 10 months old. I’m the girl that would have too much to drink and think it’s a good idea to jump on the trampoline!! Well, maybe 2 years ago, I was that girl. But still.
Her response? “SHUT UP MOM!”
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