Monster Children
I gave birth to the bride of Frankenstein,
a vampire,
and a mummy.
.
My experience as a mother has been full of unexpectant surprises.
And devilish smirks.
There are times I don’t know if we are coming,
or going
but even after the standoffs,
and fires,
I have always felt privileged to be the mother of my three monsters.
Even after Mrs. Frankenstein locked my car keys in my car, or the rotting string cheese mess under my little vampire’s bed, or the two open boxes of Honest Kids pouched fruit drinks my mummy poked holes in and tossed all over the family room, EVEN after the yelling, the drama, the tattletales, the diaper blow-outs, I’m still honored to be called mom.
I really lucked out because nobody checked my credentials or even conducted a background check before letting me leave the labor and delivery room. I was handed my bundled babes without any questions asked.
Today, as a daughter, I show my mother how much I appreciate her on Mother’s Day. As a mother, I want to thank my children for tolerating my mothering efforts. They really are but only guinea pigs in this adventure. I live and learn my way through Motherhood and many times my children take the hits and misses without even seeing them coming. I love them for that.
Happy Mother’s Day to my three monstering guinea pigs. Every day that I steer this ship without sending one of us off to walk the plank is a reason to celebrate. Looks like we survived another year. Say hooray.
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