I’m not talking about things I can actually do or even a great game. I’m talking about the things my kids THINK I can do/control.
Waking the kids up at 6:15 this morning, I was informed that I can’t expect them to go running. After all, there was still snow on the ground. Unless this was fixed by 7:45, a run wasn’t going to happen. (They didn’t get an option on this one…they went for a run.)
I am so relieved that someone has informed me that I must control the weather! I wish I knew exactly how to make it do what I want though…
I am also expected to know where/when everything is, even if it’s something I have never heard of. “Mom, do you know where the blue round thing with a flat top is?” The what??? “Mom, when is the first meeting for the camera club that Mr M is thinking of starting?” Mr M is starting a camera club??? (He was only thinking about it at the time…no definate plans had been made. There now IS a camera club)
Did you know that I can read minds too? Apparently I should know why Chris doesn’t want to play with Shelly, who told Peter that Susan likes him, and whether Tyler thinks that William’s new toy is cool or lame. I should also know what the note from T’s teacher says, even though he forgot to bring it home.
I should be able to complete tasks at lightning speed and make food cook faster. The housework should also be done before the kids get home…even though I go right from work to pick them up from school. Things that the kids want, I should be able to create out of thin air.
All these beliefs are understandable in very young children, but my boys are 7 and 9, my usual group of kids at school are 9-12. When does the “supermommy” thinking cease? I’m glad that they think so highly of me, but why do they think I can actually do ANYTHING, even the impossible?
No matter how dark the day, the sun is always shining somewhere!