Momservation: Doesn’t matter to your kids what you’ve achieved in life as long as you’re the maker of pancakes, kisser of boo-boos, and player in make-believe.
October’s Sacramento Magazine is out and if you turn to page 31 – Hey, it’s me!
The picture accompanying the article, to my great relief, actually came out cute (Thanks, Mandy Draper!). It has me, sitting in a chair, with the blurred images of my children and dog racing around me. The picture was framed to show the commotion and chaos of being a mom. I was just glad I didn’t look like cheesehead.
My kids, of course, turned to the “Up Front” section featuring me and my Momservations® (Thanks, Elena Macaluso) and said, “Hey, it’s me!”
Not, “Hey, look! There’s my mom, the successful writer who landed in the pages of a glossy magazine!”
No, that wasn’t even a footnote in the conversation when I received an advance copy in the mail.
It went more like this:
Logan: There’s me! You can see me and Darby (the dog), but you’re all blurry Whitney. Ha, ha!
Whitney (dejectedly): Hey, that’s not fair! All you can see is my back! Well, you’re all blurry too Logan.
Logan: So. At least you can see me. That’s ‘cause I’m better and so is Darby.
Whitney: You’re not better! You’re just a cheesehead!
Logan: You’re the cheesehead, cheese ball.
Then punching, pushing, shoving, screeching, chasing, evil laughing, threats of bodily harm, and rolling on the floor in a mess of swinging arms and legs ensued.
I just made sure I grabbed the magazine out of the way before they ripped it.
Then I retreated to where any minor celebrity would go to finish reading the feature in peace and muted quiet; my sanctuary from the chaos where I am not to be disturbed.
The bathroom.