Today's writing prompt from Absolutely Bananas has us looking at what we are NOT. Well, actually, it's probably more like looking at what we ARE, and how we can't convince our kids otherwise, no matter how hard we try. My little guy is only 28 months old, so it's too early for me to finish this sentence with words like 'maid' or 'chauffer', although I have no doubt that those days will come, and faster than I can even imagine. No, my answer is much simpler.
Sam, I'm your mother, not your JUNGLE GYM! Okay, okay, I know that this is partly my fault. I let him climb on me, I flip him, I throw him around and let him walk on me and run and jump onto me. But enough is enough! Sometimes, like when I have a tetanus booster shot and my arm feels like someone hit me with a cannon ball and left a bruise the size of an elephant's ear, I need some relief from this jungle gym gig.
Oh well, I should probably enjoy it now while I can - one day my hugs will be met with a sullen 'Mo-ooom, you're embarrassing me', so I'll take what I can get while I can get it.
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