Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Queen has been Dethroned...

It's funny how living with all my "men" that I don't realize from time to time how "ungirly" I truly am. I've never considered myself a girly girl, but I do enjoy my guilty pleasures (shopping, pedi's, reality TV, etc.) Lately, watching my boys grow from "babies" to young boys, it's amazing how their personalities have shaped who I am as a Mom.

I've always heard my girlfriend say that she loves being "Queen" of her family (she has a husband and three boys) and that she wouldn't trade it for the world. Although I've never considered myself to be the Queen, I do find that I was able to guilt my husband into feeling "sorry" for me that everything around us is "boy" equipped. However, in the past few weeks, I've noticed an oh so subtle change. Carter asks me almost daily if I want to go upstairs and have "alone time", to which I typically say no and then the sighs and hanging heads in disappointment commence. My "alone time" typically came when I had a rough day at work or I couldn't stand to hear the off key singing of the Star Wars theme one more time.

I finally asked Carter the other day why he's so concerned about my alone time, to which he quickly replied, "Mommy, when you go upstairs Daddy puts on a "guy" movie and we can watch it and eat snacks in the family room!" Then he continued, "But when you're here, we have to pick up our toys and we're not allowed to watch cool movies." I mean really, how many times can one watch Star Wars Episode I? I know I've been subjected to it at least 1,000 times.

Another sign of being dethroned is that my little men no longer want me to tuck them in at night. I think that this is the hardest thing to accept in the fact that I'm the Mom and that's always been my job. Don't get me wrong, Daddy has also tucked them in, but he has typically been the first "good night" and then I follow with hugs, kisses, and of course the professional blanket tucker-inner. Now, I'm lucky if I get a pat on the back before they bellow for Daddy to secure them for the night. I know that this has been great for Dave's ego but it's still a tough pill to swallow.

My boys are growing up and I'm so happy to see their independent sides and know that they will never be "Momma's boys", but it's also bittersweet in the fact that long gone are the days of cuddling on the couch listening to sweet little "secrets" that neither one will tell to anyone else but Mommy. Ok, so maybe I haven't been dethroned quite yet, but I feel that the subjects are making their move...sigh.

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