Do you have a handful of favorite bloggers that have blossomed into awesome friends? Me too. And Sherri is one of my absolute favorites! You know Sherri from Old Tweener…and if you don’t know her, you should!
Sherri is one of those bloggers that I wish was actually a friend next door – somebody I know I could go over and knock on her door, and say “I need a break” and she would get me a cup of tea and/or wine and then head over to my house to take care of the kids. I heart her, honestly. She’s genuine, and that’s not easy to come by these days! So please help me welcome Sherri to share a Monster Mommy Moment with us!
No idea what a Monster Mommy Moment is? You can read all about how my weekly feature came to be here.
Sherri is my friend, and I want to write like her when I grow up – she’s seriously amazing with words!
So 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 Sherri’s Monster Mommy Moment!
When Natalie asked me if I would write a post for her Monster Mommy Moments series, I was so excited! But my excitement quickly vanished as I realized that I have a secret about my inner Monster Mommy.
So writing about her, digging into the trenches to find a moment I’m ashamed of? Well, that kind of makes her real. But she exists in all of us moms, so here is just one of my Monster Mommy Moments.
My daughter is an avid reader, and has been from a very young age. We bring books home from the library in large bags, usually two at a time. We’ve spent countless hours at our local library reading, checking out books, and listening to story time when she was younger.
When she was in third grade, she decided to enter the children’s book writing contest sponsored by the local library. She wrote a cute story about a dog named Max (just like our dog) and his trip to the Mississippi River.
She loved drawing and artwork, so when her story was finished she spent hours on the drawings. They were adorable but then, I am biased.
The contest deadline approached and we prepared her adorable little book, even having it properly bound in a spiral notebook at the copy place.
And I immediately forgot all about it.
A few months passed, and our summer was in full swing. Play dates, swimming lessons, and lazy evenings with late dinners out on the patio.
So when the phone call came from the children’s librarian to remind us about the book contest awards ceremony that night, my mind was elsewhere. I really didn’t want to go.
I was pretty sure she hadn’t won anything anyway.
So I kind of forgot about the phone call and continued with my summer day.
As I was cleaning up the dinner dishes, something in my mind reminded me about the ceremony. I hadn’t even mentioned it to my daughter yet.
And it started in fifteen minutes.
There’s a few seconds of delay here as I wrestle with my inner selfish girl.
Do I tell my daughter, then rush her over there to sit in the boring ceremony for no reason? Or do I innocently forget to tell her, and she’ll never know the difference?
Well, my conscience got the best of me. We hurried to the library, arriving as the ceremony was already in full swing. The room usually reserved for puppet performances and story times was jam-packed with parents and children. We had to stand up against the back wall, with barely enough room to breathe.
So when they announced the winner of the prize for 3rd grade?
My poor daughter had to squeeze between parents and climb over kids sitting on the floor to get all the way up to the podium and accept her prize.
Since it took her so long, all eyes were on her as she tried not to step on anyone. She was mortified.
So the next time there’s a ceremony?
We’ll be in the front row.
This is one of the times when little things really do matter, because it might be a small thing to us, but to our children? It’s HUGE! Thanks Sherri, for sharing your Monster Mommy Moment with us…and for the reminder to listen to our gut. Knowing that we aren’t alone or the only moms to ever do something like this is exactly why we share them.
Thank you my friend, for reminding us that we are all sharing the same experiences, that we’re all in this together and that we can learn from each other’s mistakes experiences.