People are too uptight. Ok, maybe that was an unfair generalization about “people” as a whole. It’s not like there’s really anything wrong with being uptight. Hell, uptight is one of the many ingredients that is part of the Crazy Mama recipe. My problem with uptight people is when they sit on their judgemental thrones and scoff at you for doing something as normal as making your child laugh. Granted in the situation I am thinking of I was rolling around on the ground of the play ground…chanting “I’m a worm, I’m a squirmy wormy”…in a French accent.
Here’s the thing… I will do anything to make my daughter laugh. Whether I am in the privacy of my own home or in the middle of a crowded mall, it doesn’t matter to me. When it comes to my daughter I have no shame. I don’t know quite when that happened. Maybe it was sometime after the first time I used my sleeve as a tissue and walked around all day with yellow snot on my shirt. Or perhaps it happened after walking through a grocery store smelling faintly of poop because I didn’t realize that some had made it’s way onto my ponytail after the last diaper change. When it happened is not really relevant because once you become a Shameless Mama, there’s no turning back.
I do realize that I am not alone in my Shameless Mama ways, but on the other hand I have come into many situations where I have been looked at by other mothers like I am Out.Of.My.Mind. Last weekend Ella and I went to the playground and I was acting like a monkey and showing her how to use the monkey bars. A few “ooooeeee aahhhhahhhhs” and some silly monkey movements, no big deal, right? WRONG. Based on the looks I was getting from the other parents you would have thought I was running around the playground naked and making out with a monkey. I just don’t get it. My main goal in life is to make my little girl happy and if making a fool out of myself is what it takes, then so be it.
Is it inappropriate to sing “Baby Got Back” and shake my booty in front of my daughter? Perhaps. Is it questionable to nibble on my daughters cheeks and exclaim that I have finally found the perfect secret ingredient for my stew? Maybe. Is it strange to hop through the aisles of the grocery pretending we are kangaroo’s? Yeah. A little. But who cares?! Best case scenario I am enriching my daughter life with joy and laughter and teaching her to be happy and live in the moment. Worst case scenario, I am screwing her up and turning her into a weirdo that will have no sense of how to act in public. If it turn out to be the latter, well then, I guess I will be paying for therapy.
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