So, I understand that parenting is advertised as a job that is often thankless. My kids are two, redundant if you’ve been reading along, but informative for my new friends. (Happy little aside– No more qualifying their ages in months. I say they are two, not 24 months, not 2 at the end of the month. Two, period, end of sentence.)
And with two comes even more talking. Most of the talking is cute and exciting, but some of it has definitely piqued my interest, and I wonder if I would be wise to be offended.
My mom spends a fair amount of time with my children, and apparently has made an impression on them that she is the owner of our vacuum. I believe this, because my daughter will open the closet, point to it, say “vacuum” and then say my mother’s name. Despite me staking my claim on the vacuum by saying that it is actually Mommy’s. It still belongs to “Meem.”
I thought this was a cute association and entertained some friends with the story. This little nugget reinforced that my little girl is how I see her, perceptive and bright–able to put things together. It seemed win win, until recently, when my daughter’s latest declaration involved patting my favorite chair in the living room with her hand and saying “Mama.” Never mind the cleaning, laundry, bathing, feeding and other things I do in broad daylight as a mother. My mother goes with the vacuum. And me, I go with the chair.