Help! I don’t know how it happened but somehow I’ve turned into Honey Boo Boo’s mom.
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Filed under comedy, Family, humor, kids, life, mother daughter, mothering, parenting
Tagged as Honey Boo Boo, humor, Kids, living through children, parenting
That is a tough position to be in; I think the more ridiculous of the two was not having your youngest not be allowed on the team. She might want to try out for another sport too. There is a difference between supporting your children, giving them the means to succeed and wishing for the best, rather than shoving flippers (I had to look that word up) in their mouths and gluing eyelashes to their faces. I don’t think that makes you Honey Boo Boo’s Mom. :)
Ooooh, I’ve written that email and sometimes it’s even been to good effect.,
Kudos to you for walking away from the keyboard — nice piece of writing!! ~ Kat
Your just a great, loving mom that wants all the best for her kids. Great story and resilient kids.
I promise you you are nothing like that little girls mother! I can’t even bring myself to say her name! I live in Macon , Ga. , about 15 miles from where they live and rest assured they are not the norm or a representation of the Middle Georgia population. You’re a normal nurturing mother. Thank God!
I’m sure the Honey Boo Boo show must be the bane of your existence there!
Don’t worry I think most thinking people know it’s not the norm. (we hope!)
I’ve written those emails (but deleted them) and I’ve ranted to my husband, my best friend and anyone who would listen. I’d like to say that I move on after my kids get short-changed but that is not always the case. Somewhere in the back of my head I’m still mad that my 12-year-old didn’t make the top soccer team- and that was 7 months ago. I’d like to believe that it’s just a mom being rightfully upset about the injustice of it all but, as you wrote, sometimes it’s our egos that get bruised too. Nice piece.
Thanks! Yeah I think it’s the protective, how can they not see how wonderful my child is, instinct!
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