My brain’s well of interesting topics to discuss has temporarily run dry.  I could blather on about something stupid, or make a list of things that are pissing me off right now, but instead I put out a call for a guest post for today.  As usual, my awesome friend Jenn came to the rescue.  She normally writes here about her beautiful daughter, her self-proclaimed geek hubby Bil and other topics she feels strongly about.  She’s funny, sweet, an amazing mom and a super smart lady.  I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did.

I’m taking a break from being a shit disturber over at my site today to completely ruin and trash Jenna’s site.  Because she’s awesome like that and lets me hide out here and stick my head in the sand.  *La la la!  I can’t hear you.*

It’s not that I want to stir the pot.  I just always seem to end up on the ‘other’ side of discussions.  Maybe I am just argumentative (am not. are too. am not – Oh, yeah, and I talk to myself.  I blame my mother).

Speaking of blaming parents… I always like to hypothesize about what my kid will blame me for 20 years from now. Will I have done too much?  Not enough? Will it be the toy I didn’t buy for her.  The party I didn’t let her go to.  The boyfriend that I insisted was a loser until she realized that I’m right (and don’t we all hate it when our parents are right?  I’m in my 30′s and it still pisses me off)

I’m not delusional enough to think I’m going to do everything right and she’s going to love me when she’s 14.  Partly because I don’t plan on letting her smoke, drink, and do drugs at that age.  So there goes my mom coolness factor right out the window.

And you know what?  I’m pretty OK with that fact.

I hope I can teach her to be independent and have her own thoughts and not follow the crowd.  And I hope that when she doesn’t agree with me, she says so (respectfully…ha!), and we can have a dialog about why she just needs to do what I say anyway.

Most of all though, I hope I can teach her to be happy.  Because there seem to be a lot of people in this world who struggle with that.  Who, when they do find themselves in a good situation or a loving relationship, think they aren’t worth it and do everything they can to subconsciously undermine it.

I want her to know that she’s wonderful, and smart, and beautiful. And I hope she never doubts for a moment that she’s all this and more.

If I can do that, then I don’t care if she blames me for what ever trivial things will come up.  Because, I’ll be able to look at her and know I’m an awesome mom.