That’s right! It’s time for another Mommy Moment at the Monster!
Let’s welcome Natalie from Life on the Mama Track! Natalie is a mama of a toddler with Baby #2 due later this year, was a Harvard lawyer who gave it all up to stay home with her son, loves writing and does it really well, and tweets with me all the time. She also visits here way more than I visit her blog, and still she likes me anyways!
So once again welcome Natalie! If you’re not sure what a Mommy Moment at the Monster is, head over and read all about how Mommy Moments at the Monster came to be.
Go grab a cup of coffee and a donut, ahem, I mean a low-fat muffin, or depending on the time of the day maybe some wine and chocolate, and sit back and enjoy the story!
The Hormone Monster
Being pregnant is a wonderful gift.
But, sometimes, the hormones can make you crazy.
Cause you to lose your temper in an, ahem, inappropriate way.
Earlier this summer, I had one of those moments.
My husband and I were discussing what to get our toddler for his second birthday. Actually, maybe debating is a more accurate term—we’re both lawyers.
I was advocating for a train set, one with a table and twenty feet of track and a little town.
And trains, of course. Several trains.
All little boys love trains, and my son is no exception.
So, as part of my research, I consulted the great modern-day parenting sources—Twitter and Facebook—about what kind of trains to buy.
I asked what, exactly, a little boy needs in a train set.
I was trying to figure out how much we should spend.
The husband, on the other hand, was a bit dismissive of my plan, of the whole idea of a “train set.”
He’s the frugal type.
He thought one little track, running across our floor, was sufficient—after all, it was “good enough” for him when he was a boy. He didn’t understand why the toddler “needed” a train table and all the accoutrements.
And he forgot that I didn’t want to jeopardize the toddler’s college fund with this purchase either. That, even though some of my sources had suggested an expensive route, I wasn’t necessarily leaning in that direction. That I just wanted an affordable little train set that we could add to through the years.
Rather than calmly reiterate these things to my husband, though, I lost my temper while we were talking on the phone.
And, unfortunately, the toddler was listening.
My memory is foggy, but, as I was defending my Facebook query, I might have shrieked something along the lines of, “It’s called doing research, jackass!”
And then I might have slammed the phone down.
At which point, like any self-respecting pregnant woman, I might have plopped down on the kitchen floor and burst into tears.
The toddler, poor little guy, came to investigate why his mom, who is normally pretty even-tempered, was sitting on the floor, crying.
And then he sprang into action, comforting me.
He offered me a hug and some “kiss medicine.”
He gently wiped my eyes with his lovey.
And finally, he brought me his sippy cup of water.
As he tried to hold the cup to my mouth, he reminded me that water makes you feel better.
The hormone monster, of course, beat a hasty retreat.
And I was left, sitting on the floor, completely horrified and chagrined.
I mean, it’s generally frowned upon to call a man a “jackass,” especially when his child is listening.
Even if, in my defense—well, never mind.
And I try to avoid emotional breakdowns in front of my toddler, hoping to at least project the image that his mom is a relatively stable force in his life.
I never want my son to have to take care of me, emotionally.
I quickly pulled myself together and hugged the little boy.
I explained that sometimes even moms have emotions that make them cry.
Then I called back my husband and apologized profusely.
Neither dad nor boy seems permanently scarred by the incident.
It’s been almost 2 months, and the toddler hasn’t called anyone a “jackass.”
And, for the record, he absolutely adores playing with his new train table and set.
As does his father.
It really was the perfect second birthday present.
Thank you for sharing this moment…one all of us can absolutely relate to! You know my son has a potty mouth, and it’s something that I am still working on for myself because I have one too. I love the reaction of your son; mine always gets scared when I cry. By you sharing your Mommy Moment with us, you are reminding us all that our children’s love is incredible, and that they “get it” way more than we give them credit for. Thanks Natalie, for sharing your story with us.
There’s no manual out there for what we do, so sharing stories like this helps us all learn from each other.
Now head over to Natalie’s place Life on the Mama Track and if you are new there, make sure to tell her that I sent you!
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