When I was in college (long ago), I took a magazine quiz to determine what kind of mother I would be. The possible results were:
- June Cleaver, the quintessential 50s housewife on Leave it to Beaver
- Claire Huxtable, the quintessential 80s mom with it all (career, family, lovely brownstone in NYC) on The Cosby Show
- Rosanne Connor, the quintessential 90s working-class mom struggling to keep it together on Rosanne
Can anyone guess whom the quiz said I would be the most like? Yup, I was destined to become Rosanne.
Unlike Rosanne, I have been lucky enough to be able to live my dream of being a stay-at-home mom. However, I might have preferred working the line in a plastics factory if I could have had a boss as cute as Booker (played by George Clooney).
Like Rosanne, I am not the best housewife, I yell at my kids more often than I should, and I am just happy to make it through most days alive.
Being a mom does not come naturally to me. I envy those women who manage to get their kids up, dressed in wrinkle-free clothes and to every play date and appointment on time… especially when they do it all with perfectly coiffed hair, flawless makeup and in high heels.
I am lucky if my kids and I make it out of pajamas some days, and my hair is usually in a ponytail.
When I do make it out of pajamas, it is into workout pants and a t-shirt. When my kids make it out of pajamas, it is into jeans/knit pants and a t-shirt.
When the boys get food on their shirt at breakfast, I often don’t bother changing them – they will just get something on that shirt soon after, and who needs more dirty laundry?
I welcome every single hand-me-down I get. When we were expecting our second child, I told folks that I hoped it would be a boy… not because I prefered a son to a daughter, but because we still had all of my oldest son’s clothes that I knew would have to be reused. A daughter might have ended up wearing shirts sporting phrases like, “100% Boy.”
My sister-in-law, Elaine, was right when she predicted that my kids watch way more TV than I ever thought they would. They also play too many games on the iPad… and know how to use it better than I do!
In my defense, my kids are generally polite and show respect for people, animals and even property. They say please and thank you without a ton of prompting. They listen well to teachers and other adults (but not always to my husband and me). They understand limits – they often push those limits, but they also accept the consequences. They really are good kids, and I am proud to be their mom.
I may not be the best mom/housewife in the world, but I manage to get by. I guess the true test will come when the boys become teenagers… OY GEVALT!
What TV mom are you most like?