“Mom, I can’t wait till I get my period.
I will grow chest hair and a beard like dad!
My voice will get deep,
and people won’t look at me like I am a little boy.”
This morning was a #momlife moment. Kyleigh and Nate came over this weekend, so that makes a total of 7 kids, this morning was busy and loud! In the middle of getting everyone their hot tea and breakfast, my ten-year-old approaches me, wearing his costume and holding a wooden sword ready to conquer the world. I am sipping on coffee listening to my girls argue in the back ground about how I am making them drink a vitamin C concoction because everyone was full of boogers. Anyways back to my son, he approaches me with so much confidence and determination. I ask him if he was on a mission and he replies “Mom, I can’t wait till I get my period. I will grow chest hair and a beard like dad! My voice will get deep, and people won’t look at me like I am a little boy.” My oldest looked at me as if I had been keeping a secret from her and my two youngest daughters about rolled over in laughter. He looked at me waiting for a reply; I explained to him that yes one day he will hit puberty, but he technically would never have a period because he is a boy. He asks, “well what is a period?” In my head I am thinking, okay he is ten how can I make sure I don’t freak him out…… I could A. Sugar coat it, you know make it sound like the best seven days of our lives, so he doesn’t freak out. Or B. Lay it to him straight and be upfront and honest and pray I don’t traumatize him because at this age the imagination is in full force. So I went with plan B, I explained what happens, and to my surprise, he said well good thing y’all don’t die during that week, never mind I just want my puberty to come already so I can be like dad! He runs away to go back to play. I look up at my two youngest girls, and the look of fear is on their face. Whoops! Surprise! Everyone learned about periods in our house today! #momlife
I am sure every mom out there has a #momlife story! I would love to hear them.
I am a mom of 4 right now. Over the weekend we did respite for a four yr old and also had Ky and Nate over. So we had seven kiddos running around making memories. All of them complained about being bored, so we decided to do a glitter project! “Herpes” of arts and crafts yay!!!!!
So we all sit down, and of course, mom has rules! Wash your glitter hands in the bathroom!!! Well, a child decided to shove a toy down our drain in the bathroom sink. ( under construction during that time) so the tub is where they need to rinse their hands.
Anyways back to the arts and crafts. They all start engaging and having fun. Before I knew it, it looked like the trolls just farted throughout my kitchen. So I tell kiddos to start cleaning up. I assumed they all remembered to go to the restroom to rinse their hands…… That is where I went wrong. I didn’t do the typically repeat till the moment they follow through haha
Fast forward to dinner. It was the boys turn to wash dishes and girls had to put them up. So I get everyone bathed, teeth brushed, hair combed, lotion applied, medicine and house picked up. I decide it is time for a late night glass of milk and cookies. We all know being a mom if you aren’t running to your room locking the doors to eat those treats in peace! They will smell the cookies, and the search team begins to hunt for the sweetness!! So I put all kids to bed and make my move. Light off in the kitchen ☑ grab the cup out the cabinet ☑ open the fridge quick to grab the milk ☑ pour milk quietly ☑ grab three cookies ☑ run to the room ☑
Finally!!!! Victory is mine. I am enjoying my package of peanut butter cookies and a tall glass of milk.
I completed my task with no kids interrupting woot woot!!!
I look at the bottom of my cup to see how much glitter I have left to drink. Wait for what? Yes! I look in my beautiful cup of sparkles! There wasn’t a little bit of glitter….. Oh no! Tons of silver glitter! I immediately laughed. Why not! This is what I get for hiding and sneaking a late night snack.
I hear little feet heading my way and toss my wrapper evidence! Our 4yr old comes in and ask for a drink and of course notices my cup. “Momma share please!” so I explained how momma is now going to be like the characters off of Trolls and I couldn’t share because I had consumed all the amazing goodness already. Don’t worry made sure to check his cup. He would love to poop out glitter … I am not!