Mother is a verb - Verseo.com
There. I said it. My inner 6-year old is pouting to get out and dammit, she wants a mother. This is how my day would go:
She would gently sit on my bed while rubbing my hair to coax me into a dreamlike awakening. She’d have all my clothes ready for me and I could stay asleep while she commenced dressing me while I just lay there [Of course I'm six so my bootie is rock hard and I have legs to die for, so any kind of weirdness about being naked is not even speck of thought in me].
Then I’d bound downstairs and my breakfast would be already waiting for me. Of course I wouldn’t notice this but the kitchen would be all clean and the dishes put away because my Mother would have woken up early to get the morning chores done.
I would rattle the most mundane of happenings, whatever crossed my mind I would blurt out with abandon and assume it was the most riveting conversation I could possibly have because she would listen attentively…
while she made my lunch.
As I munched happily (on whatever amount of food I could possibly want, what are calories anyway? I’m six people) she would prepare my lunch in the background, carefully cutting out my crusts and making sure it had the right amount of fruits, veggies, grains and of course a little goodie. And they would all be packaged in containers that I would re-use so that I fit in with my ‘no-trash’ lunch buddies.
I would have no idea what time it was but she would move me along my morning schedule swiftly brushing my teeth as I sang, combing my hair as I continued to talk (and talk and talk and talk) and dutifully put on my back pack with my library book, signed papers and lunch box all ready to go. I would have no idea when and how this stuff would all make it on my back but I don’t really care.
Then she’d walk me to school as I continued to talk and talk and talk. Sure my day at school may be hard learning about snails and tadpoles but when I walked out, my mom would again miraculously be there. I could tell her all about my day as we walked home and I would again, have no idea what time it was but if I wanted to stop and play at the park, I could.
Once we made it home, I would really not notice, but the house would be clean, my clothes would be washed, folded and put away, my bed would be made and a nutritious snack would be waiting for me at the table.
Maybe if I had a busy day of tennis practice, I again would have no idea of what time it was but would be carted off to go on with my busy day [and yes, appropriate busy day accoutrements like tennis rackets and water bottles would already be packed from God knows where and waiting in the car].
After my busy day, I would get to play in my clean room whatever I wanted and then she would call me down for dinner – all. ready. to. go. She would even give me dessert on a little plate with a little fork and a napkin (remember about the calories?).
She would then start my bath as I continued to talk and talk and talk about my day and somehow I’d end up cleaned up with my hair washed. I don’t really remember how that gets done, it just happens.
She would then gingerly towel me off and give me my bedtime lotion massage, aaaaahhhhhhhh. After some more senseless happenings like teeth brushing and hair combing, I would be able to pick out 3 books and she would tuck me into bed with striped sock money, and little monkey, and puppy, and I would snuggle in while she read me my books (changing her voice to match the characters in the book of course).
And finally, I would get 11 hours of non-interrupted sleep and NO ONE would climb into my bed at night.
Man, I wish I were a grown up – they get to do ALL the cool stuff O_o
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So yesterday I blinked and all of a sudden it was Holiday madness. Wha’ happened? I know I may even be late to this party because I’m pretty sure I saw some tinsel in the drugstore isles around 4th of July time. 
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