JOURNAL OF A MOM – RESTLESS HEARTED

In my previous post about my son B, I talked about our bad sides: having a short fuse, chronic impatience, stubbornness and ways of dealing with frustration. Now comes the good part. Maybe. You be the judge.

There are things the two of us absolutely adore and habitually put into practice, whenever.

We love puppies and often play with them. Though we don’t have one of our own, we’ll always find a victim in the street or parks we go to. Dogs over cats, of course! (Sorry cat lovers), whether they lick us, bark, howl, snarl or wag their fluffy tails.

We find Chopin soothing. There’s no better music to lull you to sleep, except in the evening when ‘Goodnight to you, goodnight to me’ will just do.

We are crazy about sand, and water. Leave us there and get lost. Don’t come back.

Our favorite pastime on the playground, besides playing in the sandpit, is the slide, and the swing (swinging at least 40 min till we fall asleep). While there, we might steal other kids’ toys (especially dumping cars, balls or sand toys) and flee the scene of a crime without being noticed and/or getting caught.

We have a soft spot for clocks and every time we see one, we’ll make sure everyone sees it by pointing it out and saying ‘clo…’ (k’s are so outdated anyway). Yes, we love pointing. Sue us! This includes planes and choppers, screaming aka aka, as well as trains. We’re completely nuts about trains (and elevators, riding up and down and pressing call buttons,…and cranes…and buses…and trucks, especially garbage ones. We’ve even been offered a position in solid waste management). FTR, we know all subway stations in the neighborhood and can unmistakably go to the nearest one from home (willingly) and back (reluctantly).

Our favorite places in the apartment are kitchen (foodies is right) and bathroom (loooove bubble baths, both alone or with mom or dad).

We love the sound of the rain on our bedroom window and could watch and listen to it for hours on end while mom sings: ‘Rain rain, go away.’

We enjoy brushing teeth together, swaying and singing: ‘Brush your teeth up and down,’ as well as toy theater with mom as the only/best actress.

 

When it comes to more abstract things, we’d say we value independence and unconventionality.

We go with the flow of life and are comfortable with ourselves.

We don’t profess to be free-spirited. We ARE free-spirited (and fun-loving, however impulsive).

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We like things our way and are fiercely unapologetic, as people often describe us.

We are not restricted by other people’s opinions and always have one of our own.

We’re allergic to bullshit. We have to speak our mind, one way or the other. It’s not that we don’t want to, we are simply not able to hold our tongue if we find something unappealing, untrue, stupid or boring (read: not in accordance with our standards). So we say directly what we think, that is, mommy does, while I (until I begin to say it loud and clear) will slap your face, pull your hair, take your toys, slam the doors, cry, scream at the top of my lungs, run around, run away, roll on the floor/ground, make a scene, stomp my feet, throw things around or break them down.

We don’t (can’t) pretend and are not trying to be mysterious. You see how we feel on our faces. Remember Meg Ryan in French Kiss? Happy, smile! Sad, frown! Use the corresponding face with the corresponding emotion!

When we don’t feel like doing something, however much we like it, we don’t do it. It’s ok not to be in the mood. Did we say we’re moody?

When we have nothing smart to say, we don’t say anything. We’ll start talking…one day. Don’t push us. We love doing things at our own pace.

Don’t underestimate us. We can do it and we will. In case we don’t or can’t, you will. Don’t overestimate us. This is stupid anyway. Besides, it’s your job. No objections, please.

OK, OK, we’ll say it. We are dominant and oftentimes order people around. That is, most of the time….OK, all the time. Jesus, didn’t we say not to push us?!

Don’t try to contradict us. We’re right. All. The. Time.

Last but not least, NO means NO. We won’t change our mind. If we ever do, it’ll be on a full stomach. Our demands are nonnegotiable. Period.

Author: Blogging_with_Bojana

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49 thoughts on “JOURNAL OF A MOM – RESTLESS HEARTED”

  1. I don’t know how old your son is, but he sounds young. Enjoy these moments because they go by so fast. Before you know it you will become a pain in his ass before morphing back into the Mom he has and always will cherish. Gotta get through those teens first. It will be interesting to see how much you continue to have in common as the years go by.

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  2. Bojana, your writing is always absolutely amazing and I truly love all you share with us! Your love shines through with every word and I know you are an fantastic mother!!
    I am with you 100%, I am extremely allergic to bullshit! It is really frustrating when I am at the doctors and they are going over allergies, I keep trying to get them to add that I am deathly allergic to bullshit and stupid people, but they won’t add that! I think the real reason they won’t add it because they are in those categories!

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  3. I love how you share so much of your relationship with your son. What an absolute treasure this will turn out to be for both of you. For me, it’s enjoyable to relate to my own memories of my children.

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  4. Don’t tell anyone but you are one of my favorite people on the planet. Sometimes I’ll be thinking something or writing sth and I’ll think “Bojana would call this bullshit” and I’ll rephrase or rethink. 🤣

    It was all marvelous but I lol’d @

    “we say directly what we think, that is, mommy does, while I (until I begin to say it loud and clear) will slap your face, pull your hair, take your toys, slam the doors, cry, scream at the top of my lungs, run around, run away, roll on the floor/ground, make a scene, stomp my feet, throw things around or break them down”

    … and I did it unapologetically, at work, in front of a driver bringing 51 appliances he wanted me to check off and I made him wait.

    Some international relations take precedent over domestic affairs.

    Don’t let that kid grow up too quick. You either.

    Vive la jeunesse!

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  5. Good morning and thanks for this frank article my dear Bo. I liked the honest depiction of sharing your life with the most important person in your life and he seems to draw a lot from your personality traits. Now I do not agree that, in spite of loving puppies, you don’t have one at home. Yes, it takes a lot of work, specially from the lady in the home. But they are an invaluable social tool to get children to share their time and activities with another living being.
    Un baccione. Arrivederci!

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    1. Hey dear. Thanks for your comment.
      As for puppies, we used to have 2. The thing is, out hands would be tied with them as we like to travel. Besides, they need lots of space, which we don’t have. All in all, it wouldn’t be fair to them.
      Have a nice one too.

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