A Mom is a Mom?

For some this may be true...For my Abigail, not so much. Apparently this weekend my first born had a conversation with an adult who told her, "a mom is a mom", and my sweet girl was just a little bit annoyed. I wasn't quite sure how to respond, since I can't understand what it feels like to have a "party mom". I only had one mom and since I look just like her, I never had to deal with this type of mistaken identity. All I could tell her is that this person must be a step-mom herself and that step-moms have to stick together and then try to change the subject.

On a side note, I am proud that she knows the difference and that no matter what another adult says to my child...she knows that a mom is not a mom. That you only have one mom and that no one can ever take her place. She knows this without being told.

I have come to accept the funky foul attitudes that accompany my children upon their return, and while some nights are better than others, it is always awkward at best. Amelia was in a mood yesterday...that girl! So when we got home, I very calmly and clearly reminded her where she was and explained what was expected of her in our home. I assured her that no matter what, no matter how ugly or rude or mean she was, that I would not send her away. I would not ship her to live with her Dad. That I loved her even when she let the ugliness hide her beautiful heart. It is strange how children act...when they need love the most, they act in a way that is so very difficult to love. But this morning has proven that once again, all she needed was firm boundaries and love. I am so lucky to be their one true Mom...and I love her spirit.