April 10, 2012

Why Being A Dude Mom Rocks!

When I was growing up, I lived in a house full of silk plants, flowered furniture, and pink tile and carpet. My sister and I agree (at least I *think* she agrees...) that our house looked like a bottle of Pepto threw up in a forest.

I have never been a "girly-girl" and I never will be. I detest the color pink though I do admit to having a few pink items in my closet and pink toenail polish on occasion.  I have better things to do than troll through Sephora trying on all of the newest finds; I like what I use and see no reason to explore new possibilities in that department. I'm really not much of a shopper; I'm more of a 'know-what-you-need-find-it-and-get-out type of shopper. You will rarely see me in a dress; I'm more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.

I think all of that is probably why I love being a mom to my boys. I don't have to worry day to day about ripping my clothes, smudging my mascara, or messing up my hair. Okay that last part was a fib, I do care about messing up my hair! But the point I'm trying to make is that I think I'm perfectly suited to being a "dude-mom."

I love nothing ore than getting down on the floor and playing cars or Legos. In our world, The Joker always beats Batman. Barbie doesn't exist here.

Let me rephrase that: Barbie doesn't exist in my boys' world, but she happily lives in her display boxes on shelves in my room. Plus I'm glad I don't have to worry about my boys wanting to play with them; they're mine and mine alone!

I'm so happy that I don't have to worry about how cute my daughter's hair looks today. Or if her hair clips match. Or if I should get the zebra and hot punk tutu or the leopard print and teal one (makes me shiver at the thought!).

Instead of stepping on little doll shoes and Polly Pockets, I'm frequently digging the blasted Legos out of my foot. But that's okay.

Because being a "Dude-Mom" rocks!

1 comment:

  1. I beieve I coined the term "pepto bismol Puke."


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