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How to Nurse Sharks and Be Cool

Posted on Thursday, September 02, 2010 — Listed under Daily Grind
Sep 2

The other day, we went to see Despicable Me with the kids. I was surprised at how much I liked the movie. So after it was over and we were walking out of the theatre I said, “That movie was SO CUTE, wasn't it?” (Or course, I don't know if it was the Peanut M&M's or me talking, but I was pretty pumped about the film.)

Nino looked at me and I swear I smelled inklings of an angsty tween as my just turned six-year-old rolled his eyes back into his head and said, “Ummmmm … no. No really. Not cute. Coooooooool.”

Well, excuse me for being a 36-year-old dinosaur. I had no idea that cute was no longer an acceptable expression. I felt like Mr. Krabs in the SpongeBob episode where he tries to use the teenage lingo “coral” (meaning cool) and his daughter informs him, “But, Daaaaaaaaad. It sounds so totally un-coral when you say it.” After which she promptly stomps off to her bedroom to call all her friends and inform them that “coral” is now out of circulation.

So I think I'll go spray my hair with Aquanet Hairspray and bury myself under a rock now.

No, but seriously. Nino has just entered the age where he is beginning to be aware of “what's cool.” He recently told me that he loved cuddling with me but that he knew that some kids thought that hugging your mom was lame and that he hoped that he would never feel that way.

I'm having a little trouble letting go of my baby boy, who is really no longer a baby at all. Of course, I want him to grow up and become his own person. But I can't help but miss the little boy whose whole universe was our family. In fleeting moments, I've found myself wishing I had a real baby again to cuddle and snuggle all the time. Someone who needs me insatiably. Someone who makes me feel important (beyond my highly valuable duties as sippy cup disinfector, bathroom floor scrubber, and underwear sorter, of course).

But then there is always Diego. And while he is growing up faster than Nino ever did, thanks to being introduced to concepts like vampires and monsters and body-snatching aliens from his older brother, he is still young enough to ask me to nurse his Lego shark when Sharkie got a little crushed the other day by the vacuum cleaner. Apparently, nursing sharks is still completely cool in his book.

And anyway, I don't really want a baby again. I'm enjoying the stage that my boys are at now. It's wonderful to watch them grow and change and have their own opinions. Even if I am ever more aware of the fact that I am a backwards, unhip, shark-nursing, mini-van-driving mama. Don't worry. I'm cool with that. No really.
 




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There are certainly periods where they do not think we are cool AT ALL, but on the flip side, they figure out that we ain't half bad. :)

Comments by blueviolet
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 6:56:34 PM

This made me laugh out loud! Your boys are adorable. And you need to know that they are such good boys too. Saying he hopes he never feels that way? That's the mark of a good kid.

Comments by Sarah at The Stroller Ballet
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 5:39:22 PM

I think I will continue to be decidedly uncool as my kids grow because I was already almost 2 generations away from them when we started. But I think that being who we are, while still trying desperately not to embarrass our children, is a good call. Love that Nino knows what he wants to feel for himself and isn't buying into the peer pressure.

Comments by Grateful Twin Mom
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 4:21:29 PM

i can't believe he actually articulated that other kids say that and he hopes he never does! how sad yet sweet all at once!!

Comments by liz
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 12:29:41 PM

Funny,I was just feeling the same way the other day. AS I see Bella and Gabs turning very much into little girls who need me less and less each day ( well not for the same things anyways). I was thinking, maybe I need a new baby. I think the same thing must have been crossing the big guys mind too because he out of the blue asked, "You don't another baby , do you?" WTF? Was I hearing things. I thought we had ruled on this already...at least I thought he was pretty clear that he was done. Apparently, nothing was "Set in stone" Mine are 3 and 5, its kinda nice that I'm not schlepping baby gear any more. I guess we just both miss our babies. I gotta stay strong...no sure Babyville is really where I need to be going:)Happy uncool, shark nursing mothering!

Comments by Truthful Mommy
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 12:05:27 PM

It is such a blessing that you're enjoying the stages your boys are at now. Embrace it! I like to pretend that my kids enjoy my lame jokes and attempts to be cool. They're just unwilling to admit it!

Comments by Mrs.Mayhem
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 12:04:57 PM

Aw...it is sweet that Nino still loves cuddling with you! I can totally relate...I have a 6 year old boy too, and he is still cuddly, just barely...I can feel how he was more cuddly a year ago, and now his body is longer, leaner. There are times when I miss that little wobbly toddler body of his but how I love this stage too, when we can have interesting conversations and I feel so proud of all the things he's learning and doing. Maybe 6 is perfect. But according to my mom, our children are adorable at every age. I wonder if we'll feel that way when they're 14 and pimply and long?

Comments by Cecilia
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 12:04:04 PM

Bittersweet moments indeed - a word I never used pre-Motherhood but is now in everyday use. Sadness that an era is over but also happiness and eager anticipation of what comes next. Lovely post.

Comments by AgingMommy
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 12:03:04 PM

It's hard watching them grow up and become more mainstream. Sometimes I feel as though the kids are raising ME! But I don't think they're real eager to grow up anytime soon either, since they both still have their blankies and sleeping buddies. ; )

Comments by Katie
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 12:01:46 PM

"I swear I smelled inklings of an angsty tween" <------- yeah, you did. That is just what it is like now my ten year old has gone "full time". I've learned to love thunder storms cos then he comes to our bed and I can sneak a cuddle without somebody wriggling out of my arms in case somebody sees. That is the good bit about (early ?) tweens, when eyes are off they sit less on their cool dignity. It is sort of fantastic to see that faint hint of the young man to come, and really sad cos ... I think I might be on the road to being redundant..except as cheif bottle washer and slapping the laundry fairy into timely production. So I'm eating choclolate. In vast quantaties.

Comments by Sarah in Lomellina
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 11:58:17 AM

Go on-you know you want a baby, a baby girl.

Comments by susie @newdaynewlesson
Thursday, September 02, 2010 at 11:54:52 AM


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