Which, while jarring in its own way, is likely way less painful than passing a kidney stone. Fortunately, I’m not in a position to verify that from personal experience.
You see, yesterday was my daughter’s birthday, and as of this year I have officially been a mother for more of my life than I was not a mother.
This is a cool thing.
I like being a mom. I think I’m okay at it. My kids seem to think I did all right, anyway.
(Though, trust me, there were plenty of times along the way that they would not have been of that opinion. But if your kids never get mad at you, I’m pretty sure you’re not doing something right.)
I’m quite certain both my kids share Salinger’s sentiment. Only I hope, now that they’re both adults and out on their own, they find my brand of insanity endearing rather than maddening. Just part of their mom’s quirky charm.
I do have to say, as much as I loved every phase of my children’s lives, I’m really enjoying the heck out this grown-up part. For one thing, I don’t have to watch my language nearly as much. It’s remarkably liberating to know, if you happen to let a “sh!t” or a “d@mn it” slip (or even, God forbid, the F-bomb!) in times of stress, it won’t get repeated for the teacher the next day.
Also, there is something extremely gratifying about spending time with your adult children, and realizing you all actually enjoy each each others’ company. That they are intelligent and witty (and not just because they think it rocks to have a writer mom). They have become Good People, ones who contribute society. You won’t see me talk about them much online, except in the vaguest terms, because, frankly, I think their internet footprint should be their own — I respect their privacy. But take my word for it, they are awesome.
And now, if you’ll pardon this short post, I’m going to go spend some time with the awesomeness.
Have a great weekend!