I thought the people who treated their children like they were friends must be lonely. Or insecure. Or desperate to be young and relevant again.
But, maybe they just get confused. When the person you spent 98% of your waking hours with starts to talk back, I can see how that relationship might get a little muddled.
So far, the only words Pigtail can contribute to my ongoing dialogue is "Bye-Bye," "Uh-Oh," "Wow," and "Up."
So no gossiping. Yet.
But maybe I didn't realize how much you're with this little person you birthed. It's really...constant.
If we were the same age, we would definitely be besties.
We travel together.
We have a crush on the same guy.
We play favorites in the houseguest department
AND we both have a sweet tooth.
We're also both known to get, well, a little cranky.
But we're working on that part. Together. Pinky Promise.
This is part of my Mommy Mondays series. It's the day I set aside to talk solely about this whole mom thing I do. Do you have a good Mommy Monday topic? I'd love to hear it in the comments or by email.