“Boys!” I yelled instinctively. “Where is my chair?”
My youngest son, who is 10, shouted back, “It’s in my blanket fort! I need it for my blanket fort!”
Let’s break this down. When I head to my desk, my mind is focused. I’m prepared to tackle bills, finish work, or write something important. I’ve dragged myself away from whatever distraction I’d prefer (seriously, have you heard of thredUP?), and I’m ready to get down to business.
Moreover, I am the older sibling. Sure, I’m also a 43-year-old mother of two rambunctious boys, but deep down, I still carry the essence of that big sister who just wanted peace to read her books, find her belongings where she left them, and avoid those pesky younger siblings touching her stuff. Why are you even in my room?! Ugh!
When my kids were younger, my big sister tendencies were manageable. They were small and mostly dependent on me, often nestled in my lap or within my sight. They did annoying things, yes, but they didn’t rearrange furniture or stealthily relocate my belongings, allowing me to temporarily forget my big sister days. But now that my boys have grown strong enough to significantly disturb my space, that 14-year-old version of myself has re-emerged—and she is quite irritable.
“Son, while I understand you think that chair is essential for your blanket fort, it’s not. I need that chair for myself so I can sit and handle bills and finish my work. Please retrieve that chair and refrain from taking furniture from my room. That is not acceptable.”
Curiously, all the other chairs in the house were also in that fort, so one might think my little office chair wouldn’t be crucial to its construction, but one would be mistaken. By asking him to return my chair, I may as well have ruined his life and earned the title of the worst mother ever.
Honestly, I’m fine with that. Someone has to take the blame for these parenting challenges. It might as well be me, so it’s not you! You’re welcome.
It turns out my free weights were also vital to the structural integrity of this grand fort. I discovered this when I attempted to lift them—yes, they’re a mere 8 pounds and coated in colorful plastic, making them ideal for fort construction.
And as for my favorite oversized towel at the pool? That is no longer mine. The giveaway was that a wet child is perpetually wrapped in it. I even purchased a similar one adorned with giant pink flowers, believing none of the boys would want it. Instead, my reward for promoting gender equality is that they couldn’t care less about having a pink towel. No problem, now we have TWO oversized towels—perfect!
Recently, while I was on a business trip, my husband took our older son to get his learner’s permit, posting a picture on social media of our little one driving my car.
My car. Driving. My. Car.
“Good job, buddy! I’m really proud of you!” I texted my son later that evening.
“Thanks for taking him. So why can’t he drive your car?” I messaged my husband.
They didn’t respond. I suspect they were either in the blanket fort or out driving my car.
In conclusion, navigating motherhood often brings back memories of childhood dynamics, especially with my sons becoming increasingly independent and mischievous. The balance between nurturing and maintaining personal space is a constant challenge, reminiscent of the big sister role I once played.
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