Somewhere around the age of 15, my brother warped my world. He
Over the past several months, I have had the chance to hear my brother say how he intends to raise his child. He knows what his child will be allowed to do, say, behave, etc. He knows how the child will be disciplined when the time for discipline arises (which will be often since apples don't fall far from trees!). I was there once too. I now completely laugh at that "pre-mommy of my own child" self. I do my best to humor my brother and just nod my head. I might or might not have a bruise later for writing that.
Last weekend, we were having dinner with my several extended family members. My son was being two. He was done eating before the meal arrived. He wanted to do whatever his 9 year old cousin was doing. He wanted to show his roots and talk at the top of his lungs. Yes, being two.
At one point, my son ran from the table and was headed for the front door. My brother jumped up to go after him. He was talking very sternly to my son when he returned. Holy momma bear clash of internal reactions. Part of me (Kale's momma bear) wanted to protect my child from the scolding he was receiving. The other part of me (momma beat to my brother) knew that my brother was raised to know how to handle the situation and to let him get some practice because a stern talk from his uncle wasn't going to do long term damage to my son. My inner momma bears for each of them went to war. It was a flash moment. Here and gone within seconds. I totally wasn't expecting it and it humored me.
Recently my brother called me Mom Jr. and rolled his eyes. I rolled my eyes right back and took the title as a compliment. His day is coming!