Dude, where's Maatkare been? Writing for NaNoWriMo, being sick, trying to keep up with my suddenly more dangerous job, planning birthday parties, and not having much to say on HM. But anyway, I miss you guys. My life feels like runaway train lately, and I've only had time to post stupid articles on Facebook. At any rate, I have a few minutes. Here I am.
Is it narcissistic of me to take my son's birthday and use it to celebrate my own self?
I became a mother ten years ago. I wanted to be a mother my entire life. It's so weird, you know? I didn't have a mother, so where did I get this maternal instinct from? It must be intrinsic. I don't know. I guess you could say I wanted to prove it could be done. I always hated what she did to us, abandoning us and never looking back. I wanted to prove how easy it was to be a mom and stick around. I don't if that was it, either.
Regardless, I wanted kids. Badly. No matter what career I envisioned myself in, I was always a mom in those scenarios. When my son was born, my dream came true, almost literally.
And I'm a good mom, too! I really am! I forget to make him brush his teeth, I don't always check his homework, I let him have cereal for dinner, and I let him wear his pajamas all day long every weekend, even to the store. And I love him and squeeze him and hug him and call him... my Moon and Stars!
So, happy anniversary. I've been a mama for ten whole years. I kept a human being safe and alive for ten whole years! We get along pretty well, too. I've bought him Lunchables for lunch and taken him to the zoo and upgraded him from batman underwear to plain old solid colored underwear. I've watched him go from playing with stuffed animals Duplos to Legos to watching me build Bionicles for him to building them himself. Happy Mama Anniversary to me!
And anyway, I figure if he's ten now, it's only a matter of a couple years or even months before he starts acting all tweeny and hormonal. He's not a little baby anymore, he's a big kid, and he's going to have pit smell and body hair and he's gonna smoke pot and snort coke and date the wrong girl or guy very, very soon. So, yeah, I get to celebrate!