I am lucky enough to hear, “Your kids are so good.”

Of course, my come back is, “That’s because I beat them on Sunday. It takes care of anything they might have done during the week and gives them a nice reminder of what they have to look forward to next Sunday.”

We know this isn’t true. We know I really beat them on Tuesday. No, no, no…just kidding. sort of.

I was thinking about being a mom last night as I stood in the shower, fully clothed washing my daughter’s hair.

Am I the kind of mom that gets up every morning to make lunch for my kids? No.
Do I monitor everything they watch on TV? Hardly.
Are we the family sitting around the table talking? More like arguing.

Out of a sense of survival, my kids get up every morning and get themselves ready for school and if they don’t like what the school is making for lunch.
Alyx and I watch a lot of CNN, Headline News and Dateline. She’s VERY informed and loves it. Shea likes watching Hannah Montana and as much as I think the show is stupid, it’s better than That’s So Raven. SO watch on girlie-girl!
Kara likes watching all types of movies. Her father and I have actually put our foot down on “Good Luck, Chuck” because he has seen it and he said, “Wayyyy too much sex.”
Now dinner around our house is sort of bizarre, we grab our plates and inhale our food. Done. Let’s finish what we were doing before dinner interrupted us.

So again, I am standing in the shower with all my clothes on, washing away, wondering what my children think of me when they grow up? …ah, THIS is what they will remember.

They will remember they feared me when the thought of doing something wrong. They will laugh remembering the time I chased a bubble around the kitchen, squealing with excitement “Bubble!”…then slipping on the floor and crashing into the open dishwasher door.
They will remember the times that we did sit around the table to eat dinner together, it was something pretty darn special and they never took a second of it for granted.
Like me, they will know that mom’s room is the hang out — it’s the place were people go for counseling, quiet time, tivo and cuddles.
They will know before I was their friend, I was their mother.