Let's be honest. We've all had those moments as moms when we laugh at ourselves for being that mom. I was that mom not once, but TWICE today.
First, I let my child do something I swore I'd never let him do. And this wasn't the first time. It was the third. I swore that I would never be that mom and allow my child to have this done...
That's right, The Full-Face-Paint. Why am I anti-Full-Face-Paint? Because it's freaky, that's why. But, as we know, Micah likes to dress up in costumes (Train Engineer, DJ Lance Rock, Spiderman, etc., etc.) so the Full-Face-Paint is like a dream come true for my little man. Of course I'm going to give in and let my child look freaky for a few hours. He loves it. And, if he's ever in the lead role in Cats, he'll have me to thank. *smirkbb*
To give you the full experience of my second time being that mom today, I'm going to give you some background. For weeks we have heard the tell-tale jingle of the Ice Cream Man's truck circling our neighborhood. For weeks the Man has not come down our street. For weeks we have looked for him, talked about him, discussing whether or not he'll finally show his sneaky face. Some mornings Micah would wake up and ask about the "Meeeyun," and I would explain that he only comes at night - after dinner.
Well, tonight was our night. After dinner Micah and I were cleaning up when Kevin heard the elusive jingle and the "ding-ding" of the bell. He yelled about the Man and I grabbed all the cash I had on hand ($52 to be exact because you never know how much you'll need if you actually find the Man), grabbed the kid and started down the street.
We walked by a mini-van with two kids inside listening to some pumpin' music (I giggled inwardly) and then we heard it. Coming closer. "Ding-ding." THE MAN. Holding my shoe-less child, I broke into a full-on run. No shame friends. I was running for the Man. We got to the end of our street and THERE HE WAS! THE MAN! I put my child down and, no joke, broke into joyous fist-pumping action (thank you Lori Rooney) and proceeded to hail the Man (who turned out to be a woman) down by waving my arms like a lunatic.
Micah chose a Batman Popsicle. Kevin had an Orangesicle. I had a big, proud smile.
Oh yeah, I was that mom today. And it was a good day.