I am a Kick-A Mom!!!

Okay, you know it. There are some days when you just high five yourself after you put the kiddos to bed because you so rocked the Momness that day. Because I have short windows of feeling good these days, I have come to appreciate the rare ability I have to rock the Momness. I have not had many magical moments with the girls as of late. I have heard of magical moments. Other people have had magical moments. I have had moments of dread, frustration, terror, overwhelmness and the desire to quit my job and move away with no forwarding address. I heard recently that Omaha, Nebraska is the only city in the country that has a law in which you can return your children to the state. Like you give birth, you decide hey this isn't for me and you can return the kids no harm no foul. In California they arrest you for behavior like that. LUCKILY for MEEEEE.... the girls were born in good ol' Omaha. God Bless you Nebraskans for being so sensible. We have all known that kid, that one who we knew if we were the mother we would want to take it back and start over. Anyhoo, as usual I digress.

Back to my kick-A Momness. It didn't start off as a great Mom day. I took the kids to preschool and left them in the van while I ran in to get milk because my parents were out. My mom and dad hate it when I do this and I criticized other parents who did this and thought they should be ARRESTED then I had kids, my husband left, I lost all my energy and it was just MILK. It's not like I leave them in the van while I go get a manicure. However, for the record, I could see the van the whole time from the pedicure massage chair if I wanted to and I could run out there to save them and I WOULD even if my polish was wet. Okay anyway, milk, them in the van, check. Not a good start. Then they went to preschool, I went and got my infusion, my Dad went and picked them up and they went back to my parents house for a nap. I got my hair cut and colored at 5pm. I know I know you are thinking..."Aims, dude, the day is over and you didn't even see them except for the milk ditch in the van and dropping their butts off and preschool and the day is OVER. Your Momness sucked." But the beauty of this story is you have to wait for it...wait for it...okay here we go.

On the way home we drove by all the Christmas lights and I told the girls this story. "Hey you guys. When I was little like you. Well I think I was about your age. And it was this time of year about. Santa came to my house EARLY to visit just to make sure he knew the way to my house on Christmas Eve and he left he a letter and a snow globe reminding me to be a good girl and telling me how special I was". Silence in the back seat. "Do you guys think Santa does that anymore? He probably doesn't because it was soooooo long ago when I was little and there are so many kids now. And he only did it because I was special." Jessica pipes up...yelling at the top of her lungs "BUT MAMA. GRAMMIE TELLS ME I AM EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA SPECIAL ALL THE TIME SO SANTA MIGHT DO IT." I say "hmmmmm" like I doubt it. Katie pipes in with "MAMA, MAYBE SANTA WILL BRING YOU ONE BECAUSE YOU ARE STILL SPECIAL. I LOVE YOU MAMA." That kid really knows how to work it. "I love you too Katie Kate" .

So we get home, eat dinner blah blah blah. And I announce, that we are going to put on our Christmas pajamas and Watch Santa Claus is coming to town with popcorn and M&Ms and pillows and blankies. No, there's more. Then, we took a ring off our paper chain which is counting the days until Christmas.

Then it's time for bed. (you all know where this is going) I tell the girls to go to their room and get their babies ready for our bedtime ritual called the picking game. They each have like 25 stuffed babies and it got ridiculous that they were sleeping with all of them so now they line them up and they get to pick six babies to sleep with each night and all the other babies go on a pillow in the corner so they won't be lonely. So every night the girls have to get their "lines ready" which means line up the babies for the picking game. I follow them in their room and low and behold sitting on their beds was a snow globe, a candy cane and a letter from Santa. It was truly a Christmas miracle.

For posterity sake...here's what the letters said.

Dear Jessica,

I am visiting your house today because it is almost Christmas! And you are an EXTRA SPECIAL girl. I want you to put your new snow globe on the counter in the kitchen to remind you that I will be coming back to your town two more times. Once when it is Christmas at your Grammie and Papa's house and once after your Daddy comes home. If you are an extra good girl and mind your Mama and always obey her there will be wonderful toys and treats for you under the tree. Don't forget I am watching to see if you are being good.

HO HO HO Love, Santa

Dear Katie,

It is almost Christmas time Katie! My favorite time of year! And YOU are an extra special girl. I wanted to be sure I knew the way to your house so my reindeer and my sleigh could find you on Christmas. You will have TWO Christmases this year! If you are a very very good girl and you always help your Mama and love all people I will bring you special treats and toys to Grammie and Papa's house and AGAIN when you have Christmas with Daddy! So don't forget to be a good girl so Santa can give you presents.

HO HO HO Love, Santa

See, I told you. Kick -A Momness. And yes, all the it's a magical time of year and I love my girls so much and it was so special to share this memory with them and they were so excited that Jessica was shaking when she held her letter and it is amazing to experience the wonder of Christmas through the eyes of your child. But mostly....YAY FOR ME.

Also, I tell them the story of Jesus every night and we are practicing Away in the Manger just so everybody knows it's not all about Santa and commercialism and lies. Okay, gotta go do some online shopping . Peace Out.