Not my proudest mommy moments but still part of my story.

Sometimes I'm so proud to be a mom. I'm always proud of my kids.  Sometimes things I do make me scratch my head and say, "Now why did I do that again?"  This usually happens a few times at Halloween, and it always involves candy.  Sometimes though I just do dumb things.  For example, the time my daughter needed to make a musical instrument for school, and I said to use a straw.  I thought it was a brilliant idea. I guess everyone else had instruments worthy of the Boston Pops, and she had a straw. She now has a deep-rooted emotional scar.  When my second daughter needed to make an instrument, I knew exactly what to do.  I provided her with all the tools of making the perfect instrument.  She used a can, a stick, ribbon and floss.  She banged can lids together and plucked the stings to make a harmonious sound that Beethoven would be proud of.  I thought we went above and beyond.  After she presented it to the class, she said, "Mom if you had seen the others you'd agree mine was stupid."  When my older daughter heard her say this as she was passing through the kitchen, she said, "Be grateful you had more than a straw!!"  Hahaha.  I can laugh about this now and maybe one day when they are moms, they will too.

Another time I made a mommy mistake, involved my talented straw blowing daughter.  She was very young, and we had gone to the McDonalds drive thru for dinner.  As all parents know, the kids don't like McDonalds for the food, but for the toys.  So as soon as we had pulled away and were driving home, my sweet excited daughter asked if she could have her toy.  Being the cool mom I am, I reached over and grabbed it out of her bag and threw it over my shoulder.  My daughter didn't respond with the squeals of joy that I expected but screams of horror!! She then started to cry and asked, "Why did you do that?"  To which I said, "What? I just threw it back to you, did you get it?"  That's when I remembered something very important, that I should have taken into account before I gently chucked her toy at her. This small important detail was that I had my sun roof open!! Yep, that's right folks, I threw her brand new toy right out the sun roof on a very busy street during rush hour.

I could go on and tell more stories that prove I'm an idiot and shouldn't be responsible for kids, but I'd rather have you share your stories with me instead. Besides it's cheaper than therapy.