Mom's Need Wings

Mom's are magic (read how here) we all know that. But with our magic comes restraints, and personally I think all Mom's need wings.


Reason for wings 1: to fly to a hurt child.
Example: My children often play on the neighbors trampoline. The trick is Mommy can't see them over there as there is a line of trees in the way. One fine spring day I was sitting on the back porch and heard one of them screaming for me. Barefoot, I ran down the steps around the side of the house, around the trees, across the gravel driveway, and back up the neighbors yard. Of course, no one was hurt as I imagined, they just wanted to show Mommy their new flips. Mommy's feet hurt and Mommy wished she had wings for flying to her boys when they cry wolf and when they are truly hurt.


Reason for wings 2: to escape embarassment
Example: Kids say the darnest things. It must be freeing to feel no embarassment. Especially when you get out of your car and you look over and you see some people in the car next to you and one of them is not the prettiest you've ever seen. You can yell to your Mommy, "That lady has a ugly face!" Then your Mommy can look up out of reflex only to bury her head in shame as the windows are rolled all the way down on the car with said women in it. If Mommies had wings, they could just fly away, instead of running, dragging their child, into the grocery store. (disclaimer: I don't remember which twin said it, but I'll remember that woman's face for the rest of my life)


Now does anyone know where I can find some wings?

You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance. ~Franklin P. Jones

Magic Mommy

I've pretty much convinced my kids that I am magic. When I was a child I wondered how my Mom could know what we were doing even if we were in the other room. As a Mom, I know how. She could hear. Somehow children think they are a lot quieter than they are, and then of course if all is actually quiet we really know something is wrong. This is the secret of Mom's, our ears, but we don't share our secret. Instead, I convince them that I am magic.

• "How'd you know I hit Nathaniel?" "Magic" (I heard him scream, you hit me)
• "How'd you know I was out of the bed?" "Magic" (I heard you)
• "How'd you know we weren't brushing our teeth?" "Magic" (you can't brush your teeth and talk at the same time)
• "How'd you know I was standing here." "Magic" (even while sleeping I can hear a child walk into my room)

When your mother asks, 'Do you want a piece of advice?' it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway. ~ Erma Bombeck