I want to be everyone's favorite mom by the time Jock graduates high school. Its my fondest dream. My greatest desire. The thing I want most in the world.
Nope. Doesn't take much to please me.
However, my children aren't helping me realize this dream. They would much rather go OUT and play, or meet their friends at the school events than have them come over or have me drive everyone everywhere. I ask you, how are all of their friends supposed to fall in love with me (as a replacement mom, not as one of those crazy-stupid-land-my-butt-in-jail sort of ways!) if these friends never even know who I am? I happened to mention this to Jock the other day. Suddenly, I'm being swamped with requests to have his friends over or to drive him and his friends places.
The trick, as I see it, is going to be how to achieve this dream without being trampled under their cleats and taken advantage of. Now, I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to do this. See, I really, really, really want to be the one everyone calls "Mom". I want his friends and girlfriends to all talk about how wonderful I am. There is not much more that would make me happier. Oh, sure.... I'd be thrilled if he got good grades, was a super-success at any and all sports he goes out for, was polite and respectful to his teachers. But none of those things are things that I can claim as my own accomplishments. BUT.... if everyone loved me, well then we'd all know it was because I'm just wonderful. :) Ok. I know that those other accomplishments would be due to his fabulous upbringing, and could be traced directly back to how wonderful a mother I am. But work with me here. I want the recognition.
Alright. In all seriousness, I really am not this insecure about my parenting skills. I know that I'm doing some things right with these boys. They DO have manners outside the house. They DO call people "Sir" and "Ma'am", and Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so when they meet them. They ARE respectful to their teachers. They DO have decent grades, and they ARE spectacular athletes. (Ok... I can't really take much credit for that last one. That ability is solely due to Coach's genetics and a benevolent God.) But as long as my kids think I'm doing this solely for selfish reasons, I can stay actively involved in their lives for a longer time. Since they'll all be hanging out at my house, or since I'll have been the taxi for the evening, I'll have firsthand knowledge about their activities and the people involved. There will be less opportunity for sneaking around and getting into trouble. They wouldn't be quite as accommodating if they thought I wanted to know everyone just so that I could nose around in their lives. This way, they think they're helping dear old mom. So see? There really is a method to my madness.
Now. If only it works.