Chuy's REAL mom

Claudia
blogged today about her child wanting to give her/me/any adoptive mom the "you're not my real mom!" routine.

Rarely do my kids go there. I liked Claudia's last line about we're the mom who will never leave. Yolie and I have talked about how Dr. Laura refers to birth moms that are not raising their children as egg donors. The real moms are us.

I tell my kids constantly that I'm their real mom and they just accept it because they want it so bad. Chuy, just last week, was as angry as a goat and was actually spitting on my hardwood floors while screaming I wasn't his real mom. The rest of the kids all drew in a collective gasp signifying, "Uh-oh Chuy crossed a line that he's not really prepared to defend." Even Chuy, through his tears, his spit and his sweat looked up at me angrily to see if the words registered.

I actually laughed. If I'm not the real mom why am I taking all this crap? If I'm not the real mom why don't I just go to town and catch a movie for the night? Why am I still doing laundry at 9pm? Why did I have snot on my t-shirt from Tabby? Why am I knee deep in short people if I'm not the real mom? Who ate all that supper I cooked if not my real kids?

Javy, my sweet peacemaker as usual, was alarmed that Chuy might have hurt my feelings and he'd already rushed to hug me and console me when he suddenly realized I was giggling. The shocked look on his face was priceless and he started laughing at the absurdity of my gifted child Chuy saying something so off base. The other Bubbas decided to laugh also, Chuy struggled to not smile but he lost his battle within.

After everyone got an emotional grip I handed Chuy a work towel and told him to clean that spit off the floor before I slipped and broke my fake mom butt.
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