John Deer "Clean"

Am I that bad?

I mean as a mother?

Do I really expect that much? Really?

As a mother of 5 (gulp) yes 5.

 (Ok so two are "bonus" kids, but  I consider them my own.)

I expect certain things from all of them. 

 I am only thinking of them when I set down these rules & expectations.

You know the ones... No picking fights.

If someone is picking on you, walk away.

If the bully stops you from walking away?

Swing Hard.

Yes I stand behind my kids

I won't tolerate a bully!

Respect your elders.

No back talking.

Come home before dark.

No climbing trees, why is it that they want to climb trees?

Here is where the problems arise...After the "look" Cowboy tells me "they are kids,it's ok to climb trees." blink blink

Does he not realize they could fall out and break their angelic little wings?

Stay outta the creek...the same "look"

"Oh let them swim" 

Me "Do not get dirty."

Cowboy "Aw we live in the country how do they not get dirty?"

Opposition at every turn! GAH!

I can only imagine the trouble they get in when they are with him?

What is a mother to do? 

On one occasion we went to look at a head horse for my supportive Cowboy.

(very sarcastic tone being used. heh heh) 

I was witness to a simliar situation.

Picture this:

It was a grey day, it had recently rained. Not so much cold, as just muddy.

Two very "active" little boys running around.

(I thought they were brothers).

Later the Father of the one told me they were cousins.

Well these little boys were running around, and chasing each other as boys will do.

The father kept hollering at them to settle down.

It was obvious they weren't paying attention.

Or maybe just weren't listening would be more accurate.

Whatever the case it was entertaining.

They were having fun.

The poor dad was really trying to get them to settle down.

"Don't get dirty! Your mom will kill me!" 

Really? ha ha

So...it isn't just me!  

As I watched these two little dirt magnets tackle each other,

 and roll in the arena, getting covered in mud.

I thought of my own sweet little Angels.

Could it be that my Cowboy has just taken the easy way out?

Fully aware that he cannot control these little devils...Angels of ours? 

It was an entertaining thought.

Well these little fellas continued to have their fun.

As we got ready to leave,

I looked over and saw one of the sweetest, funniest moments ever!

I had to capture it!

Evidence that we as moms hold some kinda control!

He wasn't so much worried about his son having fun, 

as he was about himself once it was all over!

Ha ha

I heard him telling his son..

Now you"ve gone and done it, your mom is going to kill me."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Here is this grown man, trying to clean up his boy, with the only thing around.

A HOSE!

So neither one would get their hide tanned!

So when I tell My kids to not get dirty, or stay outta trees?

Oh I know they are going to do it.

And if there is any way their dad can cover it up?

I know he will do that too.

What makes me smile?

It is the pure unconditional fear that I am going to find out!

And the fact they will all be parents someday.
So they stick together, it's ok.

That is what dads are for.

Moms are the ones that know all, see all and still love them. 

Now Please tell me I am not the only one!

ha ha ha

Train