GOOGLE MOTHER

Dairy of a Mama…


This morning, I decided to Google Mother. Google…Ahh! A Mother’s best friend, well at least my best friend. All you have to do is type in symptoms and “Boom, Boom Pow,” you have successfully diagnosed your child’s aliments. First result, Wikipedia, Whom defines mother as a MAMMEL. Hmm? Must be written by a man, Right? That’s all we are? A uterus with milk glands. I think NOT! We are more complicated than that. Giving birth doesn’t always make you a MOTHER. Squeezing a watermelon out of a hole the size of an orange is pretty impressive. But to truly wear the badge of honor they must steer the ship all the way.



There are many ways a Mother could conduct her self. I could choose to reign with “my way or the highway” mentality. I could demand respect, No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I personally choose to rule with reasoning. I earn my respect. I take sass and embrace it. I view it as communication. Dialog, if you will. Everyone deserves to have an opinion. Why not my child? I try to consider their point of view. Why? Because, I have realized that this job doesn’t have a handbook. There is no rule numbered 126 that could have prepared me for when my son discovered he had a hole in his bum. “Do you know you can stick your finger in it?” OMG! What do you say to that? Yes son and some people ENJOY that! No, I have to choose my words carefully. Self exploration is natural, so I approached it in that way. I explained what the opening is used for and that it is NOT sanitary to stick his finger in his bum.



But, sometimes that approach can BACKFIRE. My youngest, who is a hard nut to crack, asked me “What does this mean?” My baby stood, sporting the “BIRD!” Now in the past I have always answered my children’s questions with some form of the truth. So why stop now? I explained that the middle finger is sometimes used as a way of saying the “F” word. Boy was that the wrong thing to do! Needing to spread his new found wisdom, he goes around the hood educating his peeps. My Facebook wall was full of messages of satisfied customers! NOT!



In my house I am Mama, that’s my title. Mother is too formal for me. My husband and I always have the final say. But we do give our children a platform to have a voice. We promote team work and as a family that is what we are, a TEAM. We have a saying in our home, our code of arms, “The Smith family always sticks together.” Because when it comes down to it, we are all we have.

Wikipedia can stick its definition where the SUN doesn’t SHINE!



We are more than just Mammal. Mothers are healers; we kiss boo boos and seal them with Spongebob band-aids. Mothers are gourmets; we can whip up a mean box of macaroni n cheese. Mothers are maids, picking up the trail crumbs they leave behind. Mothers are unconditional love.



kizzez, huggz n luvz