Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week, 14 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.
My Secret Subject is:
One of the best parts about being a mom is the wealth of awesome memories a child or children bring to your life (at least to me). Some of my own favorite memories involve something funny my kiddo said or something that made me think “what the…?!” What are some of your funny/what the ***? memories of your child or children?
It was submitted by: http://climaxedtheblog.
First, let me just say, where in the world should I begin? I have one child, only one, but he’s four and I swear he has been talking in complete sentences from the day he uttered a word. Now sometimes he has no clue what he’s saying, sometimes his manners don’t know what he is saying, sometimes I can’t believe what he’s saying; but in the end, it sure doesn’t keep him from saying it.
If you’re familiar with my blog, or not, you should know that just such “Mama Moments” are a big part of my daily posts. In fact, I have a whole category devoted to my misadventures, discoveries, pride, smooth overs and perplexities of motherhood. . . and there is no way I can possibly record it all.
So let’s see. . . there was the time my son announced to the family behind us in church that he had nipples, or the time he kept asking why the sales lady was fat (very loudly and repetitively). There is the time he accused a couple of ladies of taking our parking spot or asked why the retirees at the next table were “so old.”
Of course, amid all the back pedaling, apologizing, long talks and explanations, we do have our triumphs. That little guy can make me smile just by asking the most innocent questions like: Does God have bones? Why do babies poop their pants? or Why did God make kitty cats? His antics can also get us into some of the silliest of situations, like tiptoeing through poop in a parking lot, proudly bidding on his first auction item or doing the potty dance during the toilet training time.
Regardless of the goods, the bads and the not-so-uglies, I love every minute of being a mom. I wish I could record each and every Mama Moment so that I never let a single one slip away, but sometimes I just revel in the experience (or duck and run) and try to enjoy this journey called motherhood.
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If you want to read more of the fun, here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:
- http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
- http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
- http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com The Bergham’s Life Chronicles
- http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com Spatulas on Parade
- http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
- http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
- http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com Climaxed
- http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
- http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch Confessions of a part-time working mom
- http://thelieberfamily.com The Lieber Family
- http://www.southernbellecharm.com Southern Belle Charm
- http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com Searching for Sanity
- http://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
I love the way you embrace it all, the good, the bad and the embarrassing. They all together make up a wealth of memories. AND the embarrassing moments will come in handy later, trust me!
Ah, blackmail. . . a good weapon to have when they get to the teenage years!!
What a great prompt!!! Sometimes I just want to freeze time for just a bit so I can soak it all in and never forget a single second.
I second that thought!!!! I love each new goal or ability, but sometimes I just want him to stay my little baby.
Kids say some crazy things, don’t they. I love it when my kid loudly asks, “Are we done now!?!?” in the middle of Mass. Or when they say someone’s food is disgusting. I do scold in the moment, but later, I’m definitely laughing!
Trying not to laugh when they need to be scolded is sooo hard for me. I sometimes just have to tag team my husband while I regain my control in the next room.
isn’t it amazing how they just ask the most embarrassing questions as just the right time, but when we want them to listen they are clueless…..
That is sure the way it feels sometimes, but then my little guy will surprise me and repeat something or do something that I thought went in and out both ears. It reminds me to be cautious of what I say and do each day.
I love the silly little (and big) things kids say all day. And I hate that I don’t write them down…
My Mom told me one about myself, I think I was 3 or 4 at the time. My parents took me to (catholic) church. My Dad is catholic, and he waited in line for his communion wafer. When he got back and sat down next to us I asked him WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL THE MAN I WANTED A COOKIE, TOO?
That’s about right. My husband and his family are Catholic so as an outsider at mass, I could see where kids come up with these things.
I have one child, a daughter and she’s probably older than you are. But to this day, I relish every moment spent with her and the things she will say. She still makes me laugh, cry, shake my head and think
That wonderful! I sure hope I bring my mother similar joy when we are together.
I have just one as well and good god he really has been talking since he popped into existence. Once in a department store we walked past the bra section and he asked me why all the boobs were just hanging out together! Ha. I have a million of his stories that i hope stay with me the rest of my days.
That’s funny!!! Do you think when we get old and our memory fades that those events will stick with us? I sure hope so.
I love the things that come out of the mouths of babes. My 3 year old and I walked through a giant shopping centre discussing mummy’s balls the other day, and anyone who didn’t know us wouldn’t realise she was talking about bouncy balls.
Ha ha ha. . . mummy’s balls. That’s funny. Just yesterday my son asked why he couldn’t touch my boobies. I told them those were my private parts, just like he has private parts. He then said he wished he had boobies so that he could touch them. . . I’m not sure if he’s four or 14!!