Instead of their Mom last night -
they got me.
Because their Mom was in Michigan at the bedside
of her father who had quadruple bypass surgery the day before.
THEIR Mom stayed an extra day to be with her father
who happened to be celebrating his 72nd birthday.
So instead of her, they got ME.
And I was warned that they would be SAD, SAD, SAD that Mom wasn't home.
So I pulled out all the stops and we played and laughed and laughed and played.
(And managed to get all homework done, lunches made, and reading completed...)
But while taking care of them I realized that it is the subtle differences that make
a Mom a Mom.
And the way I Mom, isn't the way their Mom moms.
Like, my kids jump out of the tub and then I cocoon them in a big blue towel and
call them a burrito.
But, THEIR MOM lays a towel down on the lip of the tub, then they stand up on it
hold their Mom's hands and jump like a flying squirrel onto the slippery wet floor.
(Or, at least, this is what they told me usually happens).
When they are wrapped up nice and snug in their cocoon, it isn't called a cocoon.
Or a burrito.
So when I went to dress them in their PJs (which they call Jammies), we were missing
a key ingredient.
Underpants.
When I came into the family room with the wrong kind (?!) of underpants I went back
into their room searching. And searching.
And I knew they could hear me from their playroom because THEIR MOM still uses a baby monitor. So I kept chatting to them.
"Can you hear me, I'm searching for underpants la la la la underpants where are you????" I shouted into the monitor.
And I could hear their distant laughter from the other room. Far away. While they waited
for their underpants. Laughing at my antics.
For a moment, I think they were happy that they got me tonight.
So, when I came back into the family room waving my empty hands and telling them that I couldn't find any of the "right kinds of underpants". They laughed again.
Because the underpants were on my head.
And I'm pretty certain THEIR MOM has ever done that before.
