Not in the hospital. Not while breastfeeding. Not while changing dirty diapers.
Today. Today, I feel like a “mom.” And not Timothy & Richard’s mom, specifically. No, today I am “Snack Mom.” Actually, I think the politically correct term is “Snack Parent.” [insert political rant of your choosing here]
Timothy is now 3 (and potty-trained). He is starting Building Blocks, a pre-K program, offered through the City of Chandler. During the Parent Meet & Greet, volunteers were asked to bring snacks for the kids. Not homemade snacks, but pre-packaged-store-bought-snacks. Nothing with nuts.
Being the go-getter that I am, I signed up for the first day of class. I am excited to walk into this world of Mommyhood where my Type A personality will be appreciated. Yes, my plan is to be that mom. I have started already. Why just bring snacks for the kids, when I can bring homemade fruit yogurt parfaits and coffee drinks for the teachers. And while I’m at it, why not bake banana bread for the staff break room. [Note: It’s just banana bread, I didn’t add any nuts]
Today. Today, I feel like a “mom.” And not Timothy & Richard’s mom, specifically. No, today I am “Snack Mom.” Actually, I think the politically correct term is “Snack Parent.” [insert political rant of your choosing here]
Timothy is now 3 (and potty-trained). He is starting Building Blocks, a pre-K program, offered through the City of Chandler. During the Parent Meet & Greet, volunteers were asked to bring snacks for the kids. Not homemade snacks, but pre-packaged-store-bought-snacks. Nothing with nuts.
Being the go-getter that I am, I signed up for the first day of class. I am excited to walk into this world of Mommyhood where my Type A personality will be appreciated. Yes, my plan is to be that mom. I have started already. Why just bring snacks for the kids, when I can bring homemade fruit yogurt parfaits and coffee drinks for the teachers. And while I’m at it, why not bake banana bread for the staff break room. [Note: It’s just banana bread, I didn’t add any nuts]