I’m that mom.
You know, the one that doesn’t have it all together. I probably forgot to grab my coat on the way out of the house this morning. (It’s 35 degrees out.) I also failed to remember I needed to put gas in the car before dropping the kids off at school this morning; we barely made it on time.
Speaking of cars, there are dirty socks and protein bar wrappers on the floorboard of mine. I’m trying to convince my teen son that the vehicle is not his bedroom. (And who removes his socks in the car anyway?)
I gave up on makeup a long time ago. And high heels. And apparently coats in winter weather. I’m the mom in jeans and a T-shirt or oversize sweatshirt. But hey, I’m comfortable. And I generally remember my tennis shoes on the way out the door.
I can’t do mom groups. I’ve tried. When the kids were little — it seems like an eternity ago — I played with other moms at a local MOPS group. More recently, I joined the board of our school’s PTA.
Neither were for me. And it’s not because I didn’t like the other moms. In both MOPS and the PTA, I enjoyed the company of the other moms. I really did. Several long-term friendships even formed out of those relationships.
But I always felt kind of like the odd one out.
I’m the mom who has no idea what’s going on with current events or politics. I’m lucky (or not, I suppose) I even know who the president is. I’m the mom who’d rather have a discussion about the latest Marvel or Harry Potter movie than about the new behavioral policy the principal just implemented. I’m the mom with the sense of humor of a 13-year old boy, but has to keep it to herself at the risk of being voted off the island.
I’m that mom who will forget your name (but remember your kid’s name) when I see you at a school function (if I’m not skipping it), not because I’m a rude person, but because I’m kind of an airhead (which I’ve totally embraced, by the way).
I’m the mom not stressing about how the kids are doing in school. They do fine most of the time. Sometimes they fall of the grading wagon. Big deal. They always hop back on. While everyone else is discussing federal financial aid forms, I’m over here encouraging my kids NOT to go to college because they’re capable of so much more.
My attitude seems to work somehow. The kids are way more motivated than I am.
I’m the mom who sometimes has a difficult time forming mom-friendships. I’ve always said if I didn’t have kids, I wouldn’t have any friends. I meet other moms because of the connections with our kids, but if a friendship forms and sticks, it becomes — at least for me — about, not our kids, but about my mom friend and me.
I’m the mom who, if you decide you’ll stick with me despite my weirdness, may or may not be available for you if you need me. It kind of depends on my laziness level that day. But you’ll get used to it. It doesn’t mean I don’t value you. I just do better with low-maintenance relationships.
But the real reason you’ll stick with me is because I’m funny and will make you laugh. Usually unintentionally.
I’m that mom.
Maybe you are too?