Mommy Brain: Smother Mother

It's all too coincidental that "mother" makes up the majority of the word "smother." As mommies (and daddies!), it’s our job to love our children unconditionally—to think that everything they do is near miraculous. Perhaps you’ve seen ABC’s new comedy “The Goldberg’s”? If you haven’t, I highly suggest it. It’s a hilarious show about what life was like growing up in 80’s—during a simpler time—before selfies, iPhones, and you know—parenting blogs. If you have seen it, then you know all about Beverly Goldberg—coined by her children as the original “smother mother.” She’s the type of mother who would walk you to class on the first day of your senior year. She listens to her children beat box (not well, I might add)—and is certain that angels have descended from Heaven to personally serenade her. In other words, she’s fantastic—and sure, to some, borderline insane. But to most of us, she’s just mom. Overly obsessive over every little thing her babies (grown or not), do.

As moms, we often suffer from a case of Beverly-syndrome. Where your child can do something so remotely simple—yet to you, a doting mother, it’s near perfection. I experience these moments “on the reg”—as to me, my baby girl can do no wrong. Just yesterday, I endured a moment that would make those without children (and some with children) cringe—but to me, it was priceless. Our little princess (side note: I used to hate when parents called their daughters “princess”—I get it now), who is still getting over her cold, stuck her finger right up her very, very snotty nose and proceeded to feed those delicious boogers to me. In pre-mom times, I would have gagged. But oh no! Not now. Now, I was certain that I was raising a genius. I was floored by the fact that she already knew how to share. How caring she is at just 9 months! I mean, she had one thing (albeit: boogers) and she gave them to ME! How much she must love me to give me the only gift she had to give! I am just the luckiest person in the entire world.

To that degree, I have a little shameless mommy-bragging to share. Last week, Lacey had her 9 month checkup. While discussing her developmental accomplishments, I mentioned to her pediatrician that she wasn’t crawling quite yet (but she could "army crawl" herself anywhere), and while she was able to pull herself up to stand and was willing to let go while standing—she wasn’t quite “cruising” yet. Our doctor told us to count our blessings that we would get a few more days of peace before we started having to chase our little mover-and-groover all over—and bet that she’d be cruising by next week.

Well, incase her looks weren’t enough to prove that she is her daddy’s daughter—she also seems to respond best to bets—just like her daddy (incase you didn't know, my husband will literally bet anyone on anything). Lacey took her doctors bet—and raised him: she took her first crawling steps that very afternoon. She crawled (3 whole steps!) to her push-walker, pulled herself up, and took 5 whole steps!

Told you: she’s a genius. ;)

Did your baby reach any knew milestones this week? Do you have any great “mother smother” stories of your own to share? Feel free to leave a comment and I will see you real soon.

--Lacey’s mama

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