A different kind of Mommy...

I really look forward to my days off that I can spend time with Brooklyn. I miss her dearly with how much I work and really try to make my days off special with her. 99% of the time, however, I fail. For example, by 8am this morning, she had already had 2 total meltdowns, a spanking, and every item of clothing I placed on her was "too itchy". By the time I got her miserably itchy outfit on, she screamed, "I want a different Mommy!" She says ridiculous things daily but for some reason this just really bothered me this morning. It didn't bother me because of my poor parenting. I know this isn't true. Aaron, Brooklyn and I are all guilty of not realizing how truly blessed we are. We are not homeless for one. We have food daily. We have running water. We share a car while Aaron is in school to limit use of student loans-at least we have a car. A nice, safe car at that! Brooklyn has a loving daddy that is a living miracle and survivor of extreme drug addiction...it feels scary and liberating to write that. She has a mommy that is a survivor of everything that goes along with that. She also has a mommy that works long, stressful hours to provide so that we may have a different future. Needless to say, I decided to grant Brooklyn's wish for as long as we both could handle it. First, I turned off the TV and took away her colors and coloring book because "different kind of mommys" don't let their kids watch cartoons or color. In fact, some don't even have TVs. Shocking, I know...Next, I put her in her room because "different mommys" leave their kids in their room all day without any toys. I know-its a little dramatic but true! Some kids don't have toys. Instead, I brought her a basket full of clothes for her to fold because some mommys don't do laundry. I wish I had a picture of her face when I asked her to fold something that wasn't wash cloths. Hysterical. I didn't hug, kiss or comfort her for 20 minutes. She quickly realized she was thankful for her mommy and decided she didn't want a different Mommy after all. Oh, and she wanted to know if I was pretending the whole time. She was anxious to know if I was really going to be that way forever. I told her I wasn't pretending and to stop calling me Mommy. My real name was mother Gothel now. ;)