Daily Dose of Mama: Window Shopping

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Window Shopping

Little Bug,

You've been home for 2.5 years now. You know who your mama is. So I'm cool with you calling any females who look between the ages of 16-50 "mama," because I know it's just the only name you know how to associate with adult women. Besides I love being your "my mama."

However, when the new little girl in your class has her Korean mother there, it's slightly mortifying for your "my mama" when you run into the Korean mama's arms and refuse to leave. I get that you were playing with her, but she looked at me like some horrific thing was happening, and she actually asked me if you were confused who your mama was because she was Korean. I couldn't even be mad at her for asking, not as I was watching the bizarre love fest you had going on. Granted, it got better when you moved on to your white teacher and did the same thing and she could see it had nothing to do with the way she looked or the accent she had.

You just didn't want to go home last night. That's okay. School looks a heck of a lot more fun some days than a healthy dinner, home therapy, and an early bedtime. So I'll jazz it up if you promise to go easy on the pseudo window shopping.

Love,
Your My Mama

3 comments:

JoJoMarch 8, 2011 at 1:58 PM
I can understand all the awkwardness involved. But sounds like you handled it 'easy breezey' like a pro!
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kellyMarch 8, 2011 at 5:18 PM
Look at you, turning what could have been a heart-breaking experience into comedy. That's a good way to look at it. Cuz he was just playing with you - that little stinker!!
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Christine @ 12,450miles March 10, 2011 at 7:18 AM
What a great outlook! I'm not sure I would have handled this with such grace...
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I'm a 32-year-old everyday mama. My husband (Appa) and I adopted our first son Little Bug (at 10 months old) from Korea in September 2008. We adopted our second son, Little Bro, from Korea in April 2011 at age 21 months. We adopted our third son,Little Moon, at age 3 in November 2013. I've wanted to be a mama for a long time, but I'm still trying to figure out the reality of it all and take time to enjoy the delicate beauty of the highs and the lows.

I worked full time as an editor, which I loved; but I made the bittersweet decision to stay home with my children after Little Bro came home. I'm now clumsily finding my footing in a new world of housekeeping, menu planning, budgeting, cooking, cleaning, and rainy-day activities, as well as navigating the world of IEPs, parent advocacy, and special needs education (spoiler: I suck at house work). My husband is hot and smart and quiet and loyal, and I think (know) my sons are the cutest, happiest little boys in the world.

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