My middle son told me a while back that he had decided I was a “Tom man…. You know, like a tom boy, but all grown up.”
I’ve been humming Peggy Lee’s “I’m a Woman” ever since. Only in my head it goes, “Cuz I’m a Tom Man. T-o-m-m-a-n…”
Anyhow, he declared this because my knife is bigger than his 🙂 And probably a whole host of other reasons too. I get my hair done about twice a year. I don’t do nails. I wear jewelry only on Sundays, save for my wedding ring. I like bugs… accept roaches.
On the other hand, I cry over oatmeal commercials and I like the “sappy love parts” of movies. I worry over things like whether or not everyone has on underwear before we leave the house. I get excited by vintage table cloths, family photos, and pretty pictures in magazines. I “chatterbox” with friends (their phrase, not mine).
I told my little man that I’m one very lucky mama. I got to experience childhood as a little girl, and now I’m getting to experience it all over again through the eyes of little boys.
I sure hope that they are as blessed one day because you know, I think it would be awfully dang fun to see my grown up sons braiding hair, dressing dollies and holding up their little pinkies at a tea party. 🙂