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Fairly Odd Mother

Frantically waving my magic wand to make wishes come true.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Conditioned for crazy

I recently returned from a week in New Hampshire, sharing a house with good friends we haven't seen in seven years. We each met each other's children: my three kids and their one very well behaved, intelligent five year old who I can not imagine ever whispering the word "boobie" and then cackling like an insane person like my own five year old has done, not just at home but at preschool.

We had a great week, despite the clouds and rain that were never far away. The only thing I found curious was that I felt oddly tense that my kids would do something really outrageous that would reveal us to be overly permissive parents whose children not only have bad manners and watch too many cartoons but rarely bathe. So, I made sure the television stayed off--mostly--and didn't let my son make farting noises on my soft belly, as he loves to do.

I shouldn't have been worried since our friend's daughter melded with our kids really well----leading the chase up and down the stairs, and cheering just as loudly as mine when we were playing "throw the ball from the balcony into the living room and try not to break anything".

And then one night, my sister and her kids came to visit: my niece and nephew who I not only love to pieces, but am relieved can actually be louder than my children. And, another friend came to visit with her two boys. My "boobie" boy and her six year old son were fast friends, or at least it sure sounded that way.

As I sat on the couch, holding some sort of strawberry drink, surrounded by eight very loud, wound-up children and six adults trying to talk over the din, I realized something:

I was very, very calm.

Good lord, at that moment, I realized that the chaos, the noise and the general thrashing of limbs has become so normal, it fills me with peace.

It feels like home.

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Blogger Robin said...

Sounds idyllic, in a crazy mom-ish sort of way. I had moments like that myself this month. Maybe it's something in the New Hampshire air...

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1:19 AM  
Blogger Amelia Sprout said...

My parents let us run a little wild, and I live in constant fear that my kid will be the bad kid. I totally need some of your Zen.

7:47 AM  
Blogger Tracey - Just Another Mommy Blog said...

My house is crazy, too. Always noisy, always yelling (good and bad) and never still. Except for right now, as I drink my coffee...

7:50 AM  
Blogger Deb said...

I have that exact same anxiety whenever we go anywhere.

Will this be the moment when they take something that is cute and private (like when I pretend I am going to bite my three year old's butt when she gets out of the tub), and turn it into something that has strangers calling social services?

Will this be the moment that they break out those fancy curse words mommy's always saying?

Will this be the moment they annouce to the world the size and shape of their poop to the entire grocery store?

11:27 AM  
Anonymous mrs. q. said...

Oh, I KNOW! I never thought I would be a person who enjoys this much noise. But the sound of a gang of kids squealing and running up and down the stairs is always better than silence. Nothing good happens when it's quiet!

8:24 AM  

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