This week at MWOB, in preparation of that fascinating holiday of Mother's Day where all of us moms add more and more things to our to-do list in order to honor all of the mothers in OUR lives, we're exploring the topic "Defining Moments of Motherhood." Here's some spice on the subject that is signature Sass. Enjoy.
Written by Sass
When I was a kid, I don't remember a lot of boys falling in love with many of the moms in my town. I don't remember there being that one mom that stood out as the "MILF" of the neighborhood. I suppose there were a couple who were dressed to the nines all the time, or those who were in better shape physically, but I just remember them all looking like..."moms."
Maybe it was just perspective, I don't know. But when I gave birth to my first child, I vowed that I was going to be THAT mom. I was going to be the mom that the kids looked at and thought, "Man, she's got it goin' on." I was going to be the one always smiling, laughing, joking around with the kids, the ultimate cool mom. I was going to be the mom who always had the best snacks, the coolest house to hang out in, the mom who just..."got it."
I look at myself today, and I fear that in some respects, I've not quite lived up to that goal. I'm not the skinniest, most in shape mom. I'm not the best dressed, or the most stylish. I do believe I'm one of the funniest, perhaps one of the orneriest, and maybe one of the most fun. Kids around the age of 4 tend to see me as a big jungle gym, 7-year-olds love that I'll run and chase them and tease them. My 9 year old daughter's friends love that I'll blare the music louder than most, and I know all the words to the Hannah Montana movie soundtrack.
Apparently, though, someone else sees me as something...entirely different.
The other night, we had some friends over. We cooked out, then sat out on the deck enjoying a few cocktails and letting the kids run around like a bunch of crazy people. A boy down the street, who seems a little lonely, came over and hung out with my kids. He's 12, and actually a rather sweet kid. A lot of times I'll be cooking dinner and he'll hang out keeping an eye on the kids when I can't be outside with them. When he came over, I asked him if he'd eaten yet, offered him some food, but he said he'd eaten. I had baked cookies, though, and he dove right in.
I noticed him lurking around the deck a little more closely than usual.
And then I realized it...as he was throwing little rocks at me, and standing under the deck where I was sitting, gazing up at me...
I'm a MILF.
I honestly believe I've got a 12-year-old admirer. The other adults started realizing it, too, and were teasing me relentlessly. I blushed, and honestly felt sorry for the kid. I remember feeling that way about my brother's friends, who were ten years older than me. I kept thinking of that song, "Stacey's mom, has got it goin' on." And the longer they teased me, the more I noticed that he literally followed me everywhere.
My husband's teasing eventually eased up when he realized it was bugging me. I daresay he was even a tad bit jealous. What makes me think he was jealous?
Saturday morning he decided to go for a bike ride. I looked out the bedroom window and saw him take off. He glanced up and saw me looking at him. He then proceeded to ride a wheelie down the block, a wheelie that would make any 12-year-old boy proud.
Even in my husband's eyes...I'm THAT mom.
I'm a MILF, and proud of it.