A Different Mommy
This morning as Future Bam was putting on his clothes and getting ready for school he told me that kids in his class thought I was his sister. He then asked me a question I knew he would eventually ask since being around other people forced him to notice that, yes, I am different than most of the other moms. . If you, dear readers, are wondering just exactly how different I am then his next question will answer that. He asked me why I was so much smaller than the other moms. He said a few things that I thought were funny too. He said, "Didn't you eat much when you were growing up?" "Is that why you couldn't grow taller?". He also said something that many people may not think of as nice but coming out of the mouth of a 6 year old it's all he knows and all he has to compare me to. He asked why all the mommies looked like grandmas.
Before school he would have never realized this or even thought of me as different and now he sees me as so different than all the other moms and he wonders why I'm not like them. This is something I have had to deal with my entire life so it's easy for me to shrug it off even though I still deal with it almost everyday. I've also talked about it at length here on this blog. It's also why I named the blog Petite Mommy.
I talked to FB about how everybody is different and we all come in different shapes in sizes. And that although there may not be other mommies that he knows who is as small as me at his school there are mommies like me out there. Have any of you out there experienced anything similar? Did your children think you were different than the other mamas?Labels: different mommy, motherhood
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This morning as Future Bam was putting on his clothes and getting ready for school he told me that kids in his class thought I was his sister. He then asked me a question I knew he would eventually ask since being around other people forced him to notice that, yes, I am different than most of the other moms. . If you, dear readers, are wondering just exactly how different I am then his next question will answer that. He asked me why I was so much smaller than the other moms. He said a few things that I thought were funny too. He said, "Didn't you eat much when you were growing up?" "Is that why you couldn't grow taller?". He also said something that many people may not think of as nice but coming out of the mouth of a 6 year old it's all he knows and all he has to compare me to. He asked why all the mommies looked like grandmas.
Before school he would have never realized this or even thought of me as different and now he sees me as so different than all the other moms and he wonders why I'm not like them. This is something I have had to deal with my entire life so it's easy for me to shrug it off even though I still deal with it almost everyday. I've also talked about it at length here on this blog. It's also why I named the blog Petite Mommy.
I talked to FB about how everybody is different and we all come in different shapes in sizes. And that although there may not be other mommies that he knows who is as small as me at his school there are mommies like me out there. Have any of you out there experienced anything similar? Did your children think you were different than the other mamas?
Labels: different mommy, motherhood
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6 Comments:
Sounds like you handled that perfectly.
My son hasn't said anything to me yet. I doubt he has seen the other mothers, though.
I think I look pretty darn average so i don't know that he'll see anything different about me.
I agree that you handled that well.
I'm a fairly average-looking mom. If Julia were to compare me to the moms at ballet class or in playgroup, the biggest difference is that I'm heavier than most of them. We'll see if that ever comes up. I hope I'd handle it as well as you did. I'd probaby just burst into tears!
I had a similar conversation when my daughter started to notice color. I'm darker than she is, and she would ask why there are brown people, referring to African Americans. I told her that people come in all kinds of colors, just like I was a different color from her fair skin. I'm also petite, barely 5ft, and size has not become an issue yet. You handled your son's question quite well.
I am in an interracial marriage so my daughter is biracial. We live in a small town so she's the only black child in her class. She's so focused on being different herself that she hasn't taken the time to see if I'm different than other moms.
I think you handled his questions just fine. We're all different in our own way.
When I was 27, my daughter (who was in Kindergarten) told all my students I was 17. Too cute! Today - Half a dozen years later - she told me it was 1000 ago when I was her age.
I preferred being "17"!!
I have had that very thing happen numerous times. I used to hate when I was a teenager because everyone thought I was 11. Now that I am nearing 34 I love it to be called a "college girl"
You are gorgeous! Imagine when you are a grandmother...maybe then you will look like your kids' mom!
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