I’ve been tagged by Irish Mammy on the run (the first in Irisher in the train!), though I wouldn’t have known it if she hadn’t mailed me about it, (no thanks to Google *sdfsdflkj*) for which I’m really grateful for, because I’d hate to have missed it. It’s a calculated meme, a chain of tagged mothers around the globe which is tracked in the effort to create ‘Around the world in 80 mammies’ or (something like that) so that we can connect through our epesiotomies and baby-wipe budgets and share that feeling. The feeling (or in this case, five feelings) of what it’s like to have that life, to be a mother through its aches and giggles with that head-wrecking ‘Bear in the big blue house’ backing track screwing with your spidey-senses all the live-long day.
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Five things that I love about being somebody’s Ma…
1. That hair-brushing moment after a bath, when everything goes beautifully quiet apart from the rhythmic schlepping sound of a hairbrush on stubborn tangles. Warm light, fluffy towels and that almost simian Zen feeling of brushing someone else’s hair and having your hair brushed in kind. Peace.
2. Random public moments. Like when Puppychild robbed money out of my back-pocket at the sweetie counter last week and ran straight to the poor-box with it, then got a lollypop and an adoring look from the lady behind the counter. That’s my gal! A mini-Robin-Hood learning Karma all over the place and thankfully not greed. Or in a lift with Laughingboy and some random people, when he gets his buzz from the lift juddering into movement and gives one of his mad arm-flapping laughs and everybody simultaneously erupts into giggles. That is such a good buzz.
3. The first smile. My dancing round the kitchen like nobody’s watchin‘ antics sprouted Puppychild’s first. There she was suddenly in her little rocker, saying ‘You’re great craic, Ma!’ with her tiny gummy smiley cheeks and it bubbled me over. Laughingboy’s happened during his Valium phase back in those days I don’t remember much of apart from that one moment. He was five months old and had been through hell with confusion and pain from seizures constantly throughout his mini life, and had just been given his first downer. The next morning, he met me with a smile that tore me apart on many strange levels. I remember freaking out that it wasn’t him any more to TAT, I was that ecstatically confused. It was like a golden gate out of the madness. Since then smiling is all he does and it’s his most killerest feature.
4. Playgrounds!!! The excuse to whizzing round a two person roundabout and climb on monkey frames and hang your head upside down on a really high swing? Need I say more?
5. Learning things all over again. About absolutely everything imaginable. Teaching obscure facts about snails and having them remembered in childspeak back to you. Explaining where the bubble went. Shoelaces, flour-dough, black and red paint. Everything has to be tested and chewed and broken apart unless I can think of a damn-good reason for it not to. Most of the time though, I want to find out too.
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In the words of the originator, Her Bad Mother herself;
Here’s how it’s going to work:… I’m going to link to a couple of other mom bloggers here in Canada, and to a couple of mom bloggers from other countries around the world, and they’ll write their posts, sharing 5 things that they love (or maybe what they don’t so much love – this playground doesn’t force conformity) about being a mom, and then they’ll tag a few more bloggers from their own country and from other countries, and so on. And you’re more than welcome to join: just write a post of your own (5 things that you love about being a mom) and find someone to link to and tag – someone from your own country, if you like, but definitely someone from another country (Google is a good resource if you don’t know any; google any country name and ‘mom’ in their blog search function) (be sure to let them know that you’ve tagged them!) – and link back here and leave a comment and we’ll add you to the ‘itinerary,’ ….
Are you in? I hope you’re in. This is going to be fun. No passport necessary.
This is a real chocolate-chip of a meme, so it is. I can’t wait to find out what happens next.
My taggins are:
BAINO – ENGLISH MUM– INFANTASIA – MAGNETO BOLD TOO – ONE MORE THING…
Peace out to all the other mammies out there too…