I’m the mom who loves pillows fights. I’m the mom who loves sleepovers (or at least I will since Michael isn’t old enough for them yet). I’m the mom who loves going on adventures, who loves camp outs and who loves pajama days. I’m the mom who loves tickle fights and I’m the mom who loves to have fun.
I’m the mom you can find dancing obnoxiously, even in the car, with her son in the backseat laughing. I’m the mom who embarrasses herself in the middle of Target by driving the cart like a maniac. I’m the mom who likes to make crafts and bake cookies with her son. I’m the mom who is perfectly okay with being absolutely crazy.
When I’m 60 and look back on my life I want to be remembered as a fun mom. A mom who took time to act completely silly in the middle of a store to get their kids to laugh. A mom who didn’t care how messy the kitchen was as long as the process was fun. A mom who sings and dances and doesn’t care how ridiculous she looks. I love having fun with my son. He doesn’t care what I look like, so why should I?
So, if you happen to be in Target, I’m the one you will find running around with a cart. I’m the one you will pass dancing obnoxiously to music. If you come to my house on baking day, my kitchen may be covered in flour. I’m the mom who may have paint on her clothes because I decided to do an art project with the my son. I’m the mom who will send you sleepover invitations. I’m the mom who is making a complete fool out of herself just to put a smile on her child’s face. I’m the mom who is making fun memories. What will you be doing?