Black Sheep Mom

Since Elias came into my life I have become a different style of mom. My style is becoming "go big or go home!" I have been told that the bigger the mess the better. Finger painting with chocolate pudding? Yes. Clean clothes at the end of the day? No!—The dirtier they are, the more we learned and experienced. This thinking doesn't always work well with other moms, especially when their kids are involved. The other day we went to the library and bee-lined it to the back door where lovely water rocks and overgrown bamboo were awaiting our laughter. I didn't have to tell Vitali what to do, he knew. Elias was curious about the bumpy rock fountain. The cool library spring water was refreshing on his fingertips. Next, I sat him in front of a bush that felt like horse hair growing out of the ground. Just as I was about to enjoy some conversation with my friend, I saw V spraying some other kids. I told him, "Let's not get the other kids wet, but it's ok for you to get wet." I heard a mom say to her son (in a stern voice that was really directed at me), "Yes Anthony, we don't want you getting wet!" I immediately felt a little stressed about the situation. I also felt bad as the other kids stood by and watched Vitali have the time of his life. And then I realized I am becoming a black sheep mom! I had one kid sitting in front of a bush, stroking its horse hair leaves, and my other son dripping from head to toe. I'm coming to grips with the fact that I am going to stand out in the crowd. I don't want to be rebellious, but water needs to be played in, horse hair bushes need to be touched, and life needs to be experienced. Don't go home, go big!

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