I am not a soccer mom.
I am not going to compare my son’s report card with yours.
I am not going to make fancy Christmas or Valentines treats for class. You’re lucky if we make it to the store to pick up a package of cookies.
I am not going to volunteer to read kids books at school.
I am not going to change the radio station to Disney when carpooling. Wait, do I have to carpool?
I am not going to make sure my son makes it to every kid in his class’s birthday parties.
I am not going to do his homework to make sure he makes the best grades.
I am not going to paint my nails the color of his sports teams.
I am not going to one up you and your kid, blatantly at least.
But I will be the loudest mom on the side lines.
I will embarrass him by kissing him in front of his friends (probably even when he’s in his 20’s).
I will cuddle with him every morning and every night.
I will have major dance parties with him in the car.
I will let him take me on dates to teach him how to court a girl.
I will teach him the importance of doing things on his own. (Like making breakfast and letting mommy sleep in every now and then.)
I will let him be his own person, within reason. And if that means wearing Wranglers, Longhorns belt buckle, Vans and a Polo shirt while loving skateboarding, baseball and Luke Bryan, then so be it.
I will be his best friend and biggest motivator.
Your Normal Single and Working Mom, Jordan