A Mama's Boy
Judah is a momma's boy. I know this, because when I get home in the afternoon, he is awfully glad to see me, smiles and laughs and then immediately climbs into his mother's lap.
When I take him for walks by ourselves, there is usually a period of negotiation where I guarantee him some alone time with Mom in exchange for not taking her with us on the walks.
In the mornings when I get up, change his diaper, start breakfast and turn on his cartoons, I ask him how he slept and he responds quizzically, "Mom?" while looking around to see when she'll be joining us.
I feign hurt feelings over this occasionally, but in truth I don't blame him. Ella's a lot cooler than I am (thankfully, Remy hasn't figured that out yet) and he's spent much more time with her than he has with me (stay-at-home-mom and all). Also, I can sympathize, 'cause I'm more than a bit of a momma's boy myself.
I love my father, and as I've grown, he and I have grown closer (something about having to start trimming your ear and nose hair does that to you, I think), but it was Mom that I went to with (unfortunately for her) all my questions as a kid, and it's still her cell phone that I ring when I wanna chit chat. I ask about Dad, and at least a few times a month, ask her to put him on the phone, but I call her.
Today is that beautiful woman's birthday. Of course, a gentleman (and a son who doesn't want to get coal in his stocking at Christmas) could never divulge the lady's age, but let's suffice it to say that she's far too young to have two grandchildren, and three step-grandchildren. She's too young for it, but she does a darn fine job of it. "Oma", as she is known amongst the young'uns, is not only a good cook and a good listener, but she's probably the hippest grandma I know (which is why she had to come up with a funky name). She'll provide some tech support for your busted iPod or crashed computer, then beat you blind at cards, all while stirring a big pot of chili for the family get together.
She made our house the "cool" house when Jena and I were growing up, even though she'd never have allowed drinking parties or something like so many parents do trying to win their kids over. She didn't need gimmicks, she was just COOL. And she still is.
So, I'm alright with Judah being a momma's boy. I was, still am I guess. When you've got a mom as awesome as I (and Judah) do, it's hard not to be.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I hope it's a wonderful one.
