Yesterday we went to the wading pool and met my girlfriends KM and MK and their kids. I am not kidding. Those are their initials. I never thought about it until now. They were destined to be friends. I guess that I kind of fit in with a K, but I got no M.
But I digress.
So we were at the wading pool, and I was standing in the pool with most of the kids–not the youngest ones: one of whom was all dressed and ready to “swim,” but all this little 15 month old wanted to do was walk laps around the pool. For the entire time.
Suddenly, Princess Pea was in front of me squirting me with a water shooter!
You can just imagine the screaming that ensued. Upon my shrieking all the other children in the pool decided that shooting me would be the funniest activity in which to participate. There I was being attacked on all sides. Sometimes I encouraged the attacks since my three year old, Dash, didn’t actually want to get into the pool. Since he didn’t want to get into the pool, his range of terjectory (is this even a word?) was shortened, so I had to walk toward him to ensure his success of hitting his target: ME!
As I was experiencing shockingly cold water hitting me, my pregnant friends, KM and MK, were watching. One of them commented with a smile on her face, “It looks like Gianna’s being the fun mom!” After she said that I was so proud of myself. I was being a fun mom! I wanted to give myself a pat on the back and big thumbs up.
As I was soaking in my pride and awesomeness, I became aware of what it took for me to be labeled “The Fun Mom.”
- It took 2 days of prep work. In the days leading up to the wading pool, I told myself over and over again that I would have plenty of time to talk to my friends after I played with the kids. I told myself to spend 15 minutes in the pool goofing off with the swimmers. I told myself multiple times. I spoke it outloud. I whispered in my head. The morning we went to the pool, the kids and I were in the grocery store and I thought, “this isn’t any fun for them, but I promise them that I will play with them at the pool.”
- I was not pregnant. How many summers have I experienced as a pregnant mom or a mom with a little baby? At least four, and now I need enjoy this time with the little ones I have been entrusted with while they are still little. MK and KM are both pregnant. KM has just over a week until her due date and has 2 other small children. MK is in her 2nd trimester but she also has 2 other small children so she is tired, too. I’ve been there. I know exactly what they are feeling. If I can help them out by being the “fun” mom, then I will.
- It was very short-lived. KM and MK didn’t see me the rest of the day: crabby and short-tempered and annoyed and tired. Not one of my children could do something right. Even JackJack was trouble (he is dealing with diaper rash–poor dude!). Bedtime couldn’t come soon enough and then when it finally did come, I was ready to lock their doors and throw away the keys.
I am not arguing that I can’t be a fun mom. I can, but it takes me a lot of work to be a fun mom. Some moms are just more naturally fun.
Are You a fun Mom?
Because if you think you aren’t, that’s okay. Every mom can have moments that they plan to be fun. Even if you plan the spontenaiety–like I have to do–you can be fun everyday for a little while.