Mommy Confessions

Because you're such a faithful reader, by know you know how much my son means to me. Through this blog I've been able to convey the bond between us. I'm so many things to so many people but I must say, being his mother is my favorite title. With that being said I have a few motherly confessions. Hopefully one day when he has children of his own he'll be able to look back on this and find humor in it.

Confession 1: All of your stories that you're so excited to tell me are 5 hours long!!!! Sometimes I want to scream "JUST GET TO THE POINT BENTLEY I HAVE TO COOK DINNER BY 7." You're very animated just like me but please have bullet points when storytelling son.

Confession 2: If I hear Lucid Dreams one more time I'm going to go crazy. I know it's your favorite song. I even dance to it with you because I want to make you happy but that song is driving me crazy!

Confession 3: You're not Michael Jackson. Yes, he's one of the greatest and I love him as well but, if you moon walk and crease up another pair of shoes that I buy, it's gonna be trouble son. I'm already letting you do a little too much with the hip thrusting but hey I have to pick and choose my battles.

Confession 4: You move like an old man in the morning when I wake you up for school. It really gets me that you can't multitask when getting dressed and talking.

Confession 5: If I had it my way, I'd love to learn how to cut hair myself because I HATE sitting in the barbershop! I can't wait until you're a little older when I can drop you off by yourself. They all smell like feet, the men are awkward and I hate usually being one of the few women in there.

Mamas, what are some of your confessions?

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