In light of the upcoming Oscars, I am reminded of how I used to have dreams of being awarded Mother of the Year trophies. I just knew some day, some how some one would recognize the value in the combination of my patience (you aren't going to interview my boys, right?) and my unique perspective on the world. I've kept a shelf cleared for any possible awards. So far, the only plaque I've ever gotten in my life is one for Academic Improvement in the 8th grade (which is basically a nice way to say "You started off the year sucking wind; however, you ended up passing. Yay. Good for you. Better for us."). It would be nice to be recognized for something besides not failing 8th grade.
Some people questioned my judgment when I hung this in my son's room as a joke. Mr. Strong and I found it at his parent's house (and I don't want to know the story behind it). I thought it was funny. Four years later, it is still hanging over the nightstand.
As a former art history major, I do see the beauty in a large variety of art pieces. Including the human body. Therefore, it didn't even phase me to hang this in the boy's bathroom.
It is art, after all. And the walls were bare (no pun intended) until we hung this gal up there.
And this hangs over the potty in the boy's bathroom. I rather like this retro picture. The girls used to make post-it note clothes for theses ladies a few years ago. They see the body as a blank slate waiting for fashionable clothes.
And now, thanks to my real life BFF (thanks Kippy!), I have this GREAT poster. I LOVE IT! Without a doubt, my youngest son will love it, too. So, while he was at his father's house for the weekend, I took the liberty of hanging it in his cave (closet turned into an office).
It really brightens up the space in there, don't ya think?
And you guys are probably thinking all this nakedness is what will automatically disqualify me from any Mother of the Year contests. Well, I think you are wrong.
When my son comes home from his father's house, he'll find the new poster hanging in his office. Along with that is a nice note from the heavy girl.
I've been a mother for nearly 2 decades and I've yet to be nominated for the elusive Mother of the Year crown. Since I don't have a snowballs chance in you know where of winning, I might as well lose with a bang
*Note to self: Find number for adolescent therapist.