“Start an email for your kids. Then one day they can open it and read all your thoughts about them,” they say.
“You’re family is so funny. You should write this stuff down,” they tell me.
“Have you ever thought about writing a book? You should do that,” they laugh.
Unfortunately I’m too tired to write a daily email to Child 1, 2, & 3, my funny things tend to be funny for others and mortifing for me, and the books I thought about writing have been sitting on my agents desk for over a year-my mom thinks she’s simply forgotten to get back to me about all the publishers lining up at her door.
So, this is what remains. A weekly reminder of life’s ups and downs mixed in with the hilariously mortifing moments that my “friends” just love.
I know my kids will stumble upon this and read it one day. So, I’m hoping they appreciate it, and laugh at all the turmoil their brother caused their mom, rather than focus on the pictures and scenarios that Facebook has been recording all along. After all, in the end I want them to know I wasn’t perfect. I stumbled and tripped and landed on my face. I spent days unshowered and unkempt, and I occasionally gave in to the whining and crying with a chocolate sprinkled doughnut just to get them to behave. But damn it I was great mom-and boy was I funny!