For several years I have been writing my humorous parenting column for The Victoria Advocate newspaper titled, Smelly Socks. I have always loved to write, ever since I sat down at my parent's typewriter one summer when I was 9 and decided that I was going to write a book. I sat down with determination and I typed 6 pages about a character named Lacy and Prince Peter curiously living on a South Texas ranch. My sweet mother still has my masterpiece, she keeps it close by, and reminds me about it often.
I am definitely not an authority on parenthood. I can't tell you the proper way to have a child do or not do something. All I can offer you is some insight into how boys minds work. Those fleeting everyday moments that tend to get forgotten or overlooked will usually be remembered as the most precious. Those snippets of life between homework and piano lessons, those late nights rubbing your child's back as he sucks on his asthma inhaler, the little gems that they say as they are trying to outdo each other and think no one is listening, their helpful and caring times, and those frustrating and trying times. Some days you pray for mercy and strength to just get through the day, and some days you are so proud of them you could just bust a button and your cheeks hurt from smiling. Those special times are what keep you going, and those memories are the ones you will cherish.
Real motherhood is messy and dirty work. As messy and dirty as 2 rowdy boys that live on our family's ranch with their mother, father, grandparents (Mimi and Popsy), Brahman cows (the Divas), horses, ranch dogs and wild kitty-cats. Living on a dry and dusty South Texas cattle ranch is my parenthood recipe, it isn't pretty but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I have realized a couple of things about parenthood. The more you plan things out in anticipation, the more things tend to get changed and turned around. I am learning to smile, chuckle, shrug my shoulders, and just pray. That is all any mother can do.