I have a confession to make and I’m ashamed to admit it. OK here goes, whenever I run into old friends/acquaintances and the topic of kids come up I secretly wish that they have nothing but bad news to share about all the problems their children are having. I almost want to gag when I hear stories about how little Johnny is so perfect and is the #1 spelling champ in his class and how little Suzie could read and write a complete paragraph by age 2. Whenever these super moms begin to brag about how great their children are and all their amazing accomplishments, I just smile and respond with a quick “That’s awesome!” but I’m secretly thinking “I hope you choke on your triple grande frappuccino”.
I’m not an evil person and I truly wouldn’t really wish bad things to happen to anyone. I really would feel horrible if something bad were to happen. I’m just tired of over confident parents bragging nonstop about everything little thing their kids do right, like they are better people because of what their kids are and aren’t doing.
I love my boys more than life itself but am the first to admit they aren’t perfect. I really don’t know if I really would want them to be since they make life so exciting. My boys are fun, sweet, loving and all around good kids. They are the first to help if someone is hurt but are also at time the first to be picked on because they aren’t typical “tough boys”.
I hear other mothers talking when picking up my kindergartner complaining because Suzie isn’t able to spell on her own, 2 and 3 syllable words while I’m just happy that my 5 year old can write his name and isn’t eating the paste. When other parents are pushing their kids to be the best of the best because nothing else is good enough I’m just hoping my boys will find a passion that will make them happy and have a healthy and productive life. Of course I would love to see them become a doctor or a lawyer someday, what mother wouldn’t? But I would be content with them just growing up to be great men and good husbands just as long as they are happy.
So my boys may not be perfect football players or valedictorians (well they could be who knows) but one thing I know for sure they are super kids who would never hurt anyone, can make me laugh so hard I almost pee my pants and that they enjoy life for all the great things it has to offer.
So the next time one of my “mommy friends” wants to brag about how perfect their kids are I’ll just smile and laugh because I know that I’m blessed to have imperfect children and wouldn’t have it any other way.
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