What the hell happened?

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There is a distinct difference between moms of preschool girls and preschool boys. While that might seem obvious, my weekend crystalized the fact for me...and pretty much everyone on my Facebook page. This quote from a dear friend, in response to my check-in in at the National Diesel Truckin' Championships captured it best:

"Who are you, and what have you done with Sherice??"

Let me explain.

I may have mentioned once or twice that The BadAssMama leads somewhat of a double life. Nothing involving crime-fighting, espionage or swinging (get your minds out of the gutter, folks), but costume-changes are a factor. During the week, my armor-of-choice includes power suits and stilettos, dresses and semi-fashionable jewelry. I spend my days discussing long range plans, product positioning and budget gaps. After 7 (on a good day) and each weekend, I trade in the Prada for jeans and t-shirts, sweatpants and sneakers, boogers and peanut butter. My conversations are more likely to involve monster trucks and skeletons than world affairs,
and my audience consists primarily of my two tiny assassins, The Hubs and variety of 3 to 5 year old boys.

So, while my girlfriends with preschool girls attend art fairs and princess parties, I go to the monster truck rally and the National Diesel Truckin' Championships.

And guess what? I wouldn't have it ANY other way.

While I am a sucker for a good Jimmy Choo red patent leather peep toe (I bought them, by the way - FIERCE!!), at my core I am and will always be a tomboy. I love to wrestle with my boys, play monster-ghost hunter in the basement, pretend to be astronauts. True, little girls can and do all of these things as well (case in point), but there is something about the sheer abandon in the imagination (and often physicality) of little boys at play.

So, I happily trade my girly-girl credentials to roll in the dirt, roar like a lion and cheer on the purple dump truck as he smokes the red dump truck in the quarter mile. I am a mother of preschool boys...and I love it.
Amy said...

As a mom of two little boys (2 & 4 yrs old) myself, I can totally identify with this. I love a great pair of heels & a great dress, but I love building train tracks & throwing the football too. :) Awesome post!!!

Madison said...

I've got two older boys, and now my weekends involve watching them play golf! ICR.

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