I am going to tell you a few of my secrets.
Secrets so awful, they go against the 'good mother code'.
Secret Number One:
I don't like to bake, oh there are rare instances, when it is something that takes creativity, but baking cakes, cookies, and brownies...nope, don't like it. I much prefer making a HUGE dinner, in fact I am looking forward to Thanksgiving just so I have an excuse to do so.
I baked 12 dozen cookies today. The oatmeal cookies turned out wonderful. The chocolate chip are just plain...awful! Never have I tasted cookies so bad! I used a store brand chip I have never used before, and the recipe on their package...maybe that is it...they are simply terrible...to make matters worse, these cookies are not for my family or friends, but for charity...if I hadn't had pre-orders all would be tossed to the birds...only I don't think they would eat them!
Secret Number Two:
I hated playing house, and Barbie with Miss Daughter when she was small...it bored me...don't get me wrong, I played along...but very reluctantly. In fact...I never liked playing with Barbie dolls, even when I was a child. I much preferred climbing trees, pretending to be a superhero, and playing softball.
Secret Number Three:
I built my children's sandbox for me...I loved playing in it! I miss it.
Secret Number Four:
I am really looking forward to my children being full fledged adults! I want them to grow up! I love their grown up independent minds.
Secret Number Five:
I beat my daughter at checkers the other night, and I loved the idea that she with her oh-so-logical mind lost to me!
Secret Number Six:
I like most of the music my children listen to. Gasp! Yep, I do.
Secret Number Seven:
I talk to my kids about sex, and their sexuality, I talk to my kids about drugs and alcohol, I have told them what I did as a teen! They have told me what they have tried. I have seen them both stoned, and voiced my opinion about it. I knew they were experimenting. They have even told me they have decided marijuana isn't all that great, and they and a whole slew of friends have decided to go drug free from now on (yeah, yeah right...but then again, maybe so). Mothers aren't supposed to be willing to talk about that stuff, are they?