I have a secret. Sometimes, I think that maybe I'm not such a great mother. Even though I'm a super hero, I worry that my best may not be good enough and I struggle with that daily. But then, there are days when I feel like I can stand up with the best of them. Those days, I puff out my chest and strut around like I own the place for as long as the feeling lasts.
Today was a tiresome day. I had a lot to do so even though I really wanted to stay in bed, I decided to brave this unforgiving heat. I went to the bank with my sister and we spent an eternity in there. I was loving the A/C but the children were restless. I busied myself writing my budget for the second time this month. Yeah, I wrote it out last week, but as luck would have it, I forgot the book home along with all the bills I left home to pay.
Before I was a mother, I remembered all sorts of things. I got praised for my memory by everyone. Now, every morning, I pick out clothes for two boys and spend the rest of the morning reminding the big one of the stuff he needs to do to get himself ready and telling the small one to stop wreaking havoc. It usually goes like this: "Shakir, did you cream your skin and comb your hair? Jaheim, stop that! What about your shoes Shakir? Jaheim what are you doing?" This keeps me so occupied that I'm usually about to go through the door with a stocking on my head or with bed hair. My point is, kids make your brain addle. You don't remember anything other than what they should be doing. I've tried keeping lists, but I am so scatter-brained that I have to make a list to remember that I made a list and another to remind me that I did that and... you get the point right?
Anyway, so as I mentioned, we're in the bank. All of a sudden, Jaheim leans over and touches this old lady. It was actually more of a pinch and I quickly told him not to do it. "Leave him," the woman said. "We's friends, you know? He's an active little fellow." There I am thinking that she doesn't know how true that statement is. Jaheim was actually being really good today. Just then, Jaheim says, "me thought you was a man." My mouth fell open and I hoped it would be one of those times when the person wouldn't understand what he was saying. The woman was wearing a trousers (I call them trousers, because it was pleated and seamed and looked man-ish) and a polo shirt. To her credit, she took it in stride. She smiled and told him she was not a man, she was a woman. Later, after the woman has gone, Jaheim goes looking for her and tells me he can't find the 'girl man'. SIGH! Children... I don't even know how to finish that statement.
Allison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero.