|Hubs and I, Halloween 2010, as Lois Lane and Clark Kent|
I know that I do things that embarrass you.
Abbie, I have plucked my eyebrows using the vanity mirror in the car while I was stopped at a red light . . . right while you were next to me. And, Ethan, I have given you a big wet sloppy kiss . . . right before you have hopped on the bus for school.
Clearly, these things have scarred you.
I have used my patient mommy voice in public to help the Walmart checker understand how to ring in a 30 percent off purchase, and I have used my teacher voice in public to reprimand potty mouthed teenagers at the local park. I know that your, "Maaaa-AAAHHM!" sighs and exasperated expressions signal that these voices have embarrassed you too.
I get it.
I have inadvertently worn socks that don't match (and one time I wore shoes that didn't match). I have sported contacts that made my eyes appear to be two different colors on the same day. I have worn my pj bottoms and slippers for parent pick up, and I have worn a do-rag in my 2 day unwashed hair . . . all while you guys were around.
I am not perfect.
But, let me remind you that I have also donned roller skates to be one of the only moms that helped all of you non-skaters make it around the rink during the open disco skate. I have not been afraid to perform a cannonball at the pool. I have been the mom to ride fast, scary, and upside down roller coasters. And, although I may have lost my top in the process, I have jumped and played in the waves in the ocean with you.
I may be just a mom, but I do like to have fun.
So, yes. I have scarred you. And truthfully, I am glad. Because a scar lasts. It is forever. And, more than that, a scar is a reminder. A reminder of me, your mom, and . . . a reminder of who I really am and how important you are to me.
And, each time you think of that scar, you will think of me, and you will have a memory of me, and you will have a memory of us together.
Personally, I think that is awesome.
So, I will continue to actively scar you and to burn you with memories and with my love.
It's the best that I can do as your mom.
I love you.
PS I can not wait to scar you during your teenage years. This blog alone has so much scar ammunition that you may just want to hibernate from ages 12-18. Just sayin'.
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