Lately it seems that my approval rating as a mom is highly
dependent on the quality of food coming out of my kitchen. Maybe it has something to do with having two ravenous
teenagers in the house. Poll my kids and
you’ll find that homemade pickles, after-school cookies, and weekend hamburgers
send my numbers through the roof. So
when I made bread last week and forgot to put in the salt and my kids were
still forced to eat it, the numbers took a nose dive.
Have you ever had bread without salt? You might as well just open a bag of flour
and eat it straight than mess with eating the blah-ness that is salt-free
bread. No amount of butter and jam could
cover up the fact that it was a big fat food fail for Mama. And I was too cheap to chuck it and start
over.
But I think I redeemed myself, at least with the younger
kids, when I green-lighted a project the next day. I made the supreme mother sacrifice: I let
the kids paint.
What is it with painting that makes it so hard to say “yes”? I’ll tell you – it’s the newspapers, brushes,
paints, mugs of water, smocks (which I just discovered that Ibu L – God love
her – had cut up to make rags). All that prevention and I still end up with
paint in my hair.
I feel like I’ve spent a good many of my parenting years
either cleaning up messes (exploding diapers, toddler food fights, midnight
pukes, playdate pandemonium) or trying to prevent them (“stay outside till it’s
your turn to shower,” “eat that outside,” “I’ll pay you a dollar if you puke in
the toilet” – thanks Jon and Ceri for that tip). Kids are messy, and most of it is
inevitable. And when the outside world
is so darn messy (you should have seen the puddle of sludge I put my foot into
at the pasar this week), I need my home to have some semblance of order and
cleanliness to stay sane.
So to invite the mess and chaos – to allow them to paint, or
help you cook, or do experiments – well, that just kicks you up into the
Supermom category and redeems any salt-free bread mishaps.
And you might just get a cute pet rock out of it.
2 comments:
You're a GOOD Mama!!! Anytime they start to tease you about your cooking you can say "well, at least it isn't Aunt Mary's cooking!" Uncle H has LOTS of stories he can tell them!!
"I'll give you a dollar to puke" .... I didn't know there was another woman around that has an aversion to puke like I do! LOVE your stories!
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