Ah… my “little” dastard. What can I say about my beautiful pod? What can’t I say about my pod. I believe I will start with tread carefully when they are sweet beautiful babies. YOU ARE IN DANGEROUS GROUND! You want a bad little child… pray for it. I know this to be factual, all of my friends that had sweet babies, now have pods. All of my friends with screaming, throwing themselves on the floor, tantrum children have “young adults” now. The pod left before they became big enough to swear.
They say the end of the world is coming today, and I can’t help but wonder… am I going to get a bedazzled golden crown? I think I deserve one, I mean I’ve managed not to kill the pod for going on 7 years now. I should get a nice golden sceptre, a mansion, and a nanny. Because, let’s face it the pod will always need tending to. I’ve prayed for this since the age of 13(his not mine). However, it never happens. They say it like every couple of years, and still here we are.
Now, I’m sure you are thinking to yourselves, how could she talk about her child like that? Well, because I’ve lived with him for his entire little life. He went from angel to devil in the period of 19 years. Although, I joke all the time and the truth of the matter is no matter how homicidal my pod makes me feel at times… would I trade him? Never!!! Not only has he given me character, strength, endurance, patience, and grey hair, but he is learning all of those things too. I was a terrorist when I was a teenager, or so my mother says. I don’t believe it(Hehe). So, all jokes aside, my pod is my baby. He will always be mommy’s little dastard. There will never come a day when I wouldn’t lay down and die for him and I’m sure there will never come a month that I won’t want to kill him at least once. I wouldn’t trade that for a million bucks.
But readers beware… underneath the beautiful smiles of your 10 month old to your 10-year-old, there is a pod waiting to emerge. So, brace yourselves, it will be a bumpy ride… actually it will be more like rafting off of Niagara Falls. Happy trails to you, from me and mommy’s little darling;-)
Tales from a Tainted Super Mom 