Flashback ~ Twins' pregnancy week 14 ~ Mommy Lady

Because someone thought it was a good idea to put me in charge of growing synaptic connections in adolescents’ brain matter, I have been busy 1. making young people smart and 2. priming them to do my evil bidding by embedding criminally subversive subliminal messages into tame PowerPoints on things like theme and plot. The better to turn said adolescents into robotic drones, m’dear. Regular writing will commence later this week.

This week’s pregnancy flashback documents a momentous occasion in my life; Frank and I moved out. I pretty much did almost everything early or backwards, except for the whole “have a baby” thing (thank you, PCOS). I got engaged just hours after I graduated high school. I got married before I got my drivers’ license. I started my teaching career before I even completed my student teaching/graduated college. I got married, graduated college, started my career, and pregnant before I even moved out of my mother’s house.

That was either incredibly smart or incredibly lame.

You decide, and tell me in the comments: does the fact that I’ve never lived independently make me lucky or a loser?

Other Flashback posts: Introduction / Week 13


Most people consider parental liberation as one of the major perks high school graduation. I didn’t. I was in no way ready to plunge into the world away from my mother and two sisters. This was not because I was chicken or broke, but because I was smart enough to realize that my personal relationships with my family, including Frank, would be enriched by spending some extra time at home. Five years extra, as a matter of fact. The center of my life has been my family, the heart and soul of which is embodied in my mother. Besides visiting family, I have never spent more than a couple of weeks away from my mother. Now, after almost 23 years of life and five years of marriage, I am finally moving out and building a home of my own.

Now that I’m finished with the calm, formal, and heart-warming introduction paragraph, I can enter the freak out phase and let you know what’s reallygoing through my mind. OH MY GOD!!! I’M MOVING OUT! WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITHOUT MY MOMMY! I’M PREGNANT AND I WANT MY MOMMY!!! AAAAHHHH!!! Okay, Moxie. Calm the freak down. Get your wits about you before everyone thinks you’re crazy.

I know, I know. For many of you the thought of spending so much time under your mothers roof is enough to make you think about jumping headfirst off of one. But for me, my Mommy is my best friend, and I truly am a little shaken up at finally leaving the nest. Don’t get me wrong. I am very excited that Frank and I have a new house and are moving out. As I write, there are boxes in our room and in the front yard there is a U-Haul truck (with which Frank mowed down the mailbox). In fact, yesterday was the last night I spent sleeping as a permanent resident at home. OH MY GOODNESS! TONIGHT IS GOING TO BE THE FIRST NIGHT THAT I SPEND IN MY OWN HOME AWAY FROM MOMMY!!! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? Uuuhh, that’s a no-brainer. I know what I’m going to do tonight, if you catch my drift. Tee-hee. But seriously, I’m sure all pregnant women spend a lot of time obsessing about their own childhoods and mother-daughter relationships. Please bear with me as I tell you a little about my Mommy and why she means so much to me.

My affectionate name for her is Mommy Lady, or sometimes just Lady. She’s like a fireball of stoic womanhood, a pillar of strength, a maternal lioness, a black-belt kung-fu jiu-jitsu ex-cop Xena warrior. That ex-cop comment is true. After she graduated high school in 1973 she enlisted in the Army and became a Military Police officer. She was stationed in Korea, and that’s where the black belt came in. She can kick anyone’s butt with Matrix-like precision and can do one heck of a spinning roundhouse kick. Later she was stationed in the Presidio of San Francisco where she cracked a drug ring as an undercover hooker named Sunny. She was immediately promoted, and by the time she was 22, she had developed the Juvenile Justice sector, which I believe is still in operation today. Somewhere in the middle of all of this I was born, and when some idiot sergeant told her she was a soldier first then a mother, she basically said, “Take this job and shove it.”

Not only can she kick butt, but also she’s got the brains to match wits with any Mensa genius. She has degrees in criminal justice, sociology, and paralegal studies. Currently she’s a Child Abuse Investigator for the Department of Family and Children Services. She also handles child fatality cases. In the midst of all of her drop kicking, studying, arresting, and knee breaking, she managed to single-handedly raise three intelligent, gorgeous, and humorous daughters. She even coaches recreation softball and basketball. It’s always been her place to be a protector of children.

Now I’m going to have two children of my own to protect, and I wonder if I’m going to even come close to her maternal superiority. Will I have the creativity to invent stupid games like “Plunger Limbo” and “Kick My Butt?” Will I be crazy enough to put water guns in everyone’s Easter Baskets and have a major in-house water fight? Will I also be the one parent at the barbecue who plays Tag with the kids? Or the one parent who sits in the audience pointing and screaming, “That’s mybaby!!!” Will I make it to every single basketball game, dance recital, play, and football game? Will I remember to buy my kids cards just to say, “I love you?” Will I remember to put notes and jokes in the lunchboxes and leave funny messages written on the refrigerator? Will I remember to tell funny stories about my childhood? Like how I once picked the wings off of dead flies and tried to feed them to my little sister by telling her they were raisins? Or how when I was eight I beat up this boy twice my size with my She-Ra lunchbox? What kind of Mommy Lady am I going to be, and are my kids going to love me with as much fierce devotion as I love my Mommy Lady? I just pray that God lights my way and gives me the endurance and strength I need to raise my children with all of the love that was given so lavishly to my sisters and me.

Well, with the close of this journal, I will walk out of this house as a resident for the last time and will drive to my new abode, where I will begin my life away from the protective wing of my Mommy. AAAH! MOMMY!!! WHAT AM I GONNA DO? I’M GONNA MISS YOU SO MUCH!!! ARE YOU STILL GONNA BUY ME TOOTHBRUSHES AND MATERNITY UNDERWEAR? Geez. Darn hormones. Get a grip, calm down, and stop crying on the keyboard, you wuss. It’s not like I’m moving out of the state, or anything. After all, I only moved right down the street.


If you voted “lucky” before reading, you’re probably thinking “loser,” now. Let’s take it to a vote, shall we?

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You can choose more than one option, in case you are dumb like me and often can’t choose just one.

14 thoughts on “Flashback ~ Twins' pregnancy week 14 ~ Mommy Lady”

  1. El Cinco's Gran-Gran

    Wow… I need to copy all of your posts and put them in my book.

    sniff… hugs Moxie, that’s all for now.

  2. How do I come back and vote for all the fart choices?

    Your mom sounds pretty amazing – you’ve got a lot to live up to!

  3. I moved out at 19 when I left for college, but moved back home when I was 26. I lived with my parents for 6 years, and honestly, it was a great thing. They were there to pick me up when my world shattered when my carreer ended. I was there to help take care of them while my mom repeatedly battled cancer (and won).

    There’s a social stigma surrounding living with your parents, but in some cases it really does work for the best.

    Your mom totally rocks… and so do you! 🙂

    1. I agree, Mrs. Gamgee. There are so many cultures where living with parents (or parents liviing with you) for an extended amount of time, and I think that in most instances, everyone is all around better because of it.

      I think you rock, too!

  4. Your mom sounds so awesome. I’m hugely jealous, I’m not that close to my family, and it terrifies me that it might go the same way with my kid when she’s older.
    I like these flashbacks, I’m enjoying getting to know you. Also, I totally fart in front of my husband. ;))

    1. I need to be more like you, Amelia, and not be so afraid to let one loose around Frank.

      I think that in these instances where we don’t want to make some mistake or another with our kids, keeping aware of what we DON’T want to do helps us be successful with that.

      I think you’re pretty cool, too. 🙂

  5. I’m telling you that yours is the only blog that makes me laugh every single time I read it (you got a gift)… as a TTC SMBC paying the equivalent of 2 mortgages in rent alone, spending Friday nights wishing I had some ol’ man to freely flatulate around, and buying sperm online so I can knock my own self up — you tell me which scenario you would choose if this were 15 years ago?! Girl, please 😉

    1. Thanks for the props, Gigi! I am ROFL at YOU. This has to be one of the best comments I have EVER received. “Girl, please.” Classic. 🙂

  6. Your mom sounds a-maz-ing. I moved out at 15 b/c I had an opportunity to go to an all expenses paid state-sponsored boarding school– not a detention program, I swear– but also b/c my mom and I have always been like oil and water. I love the woman desperately, but more than 24 hours together, and we’re at each others’ throats. We are too much alike– both type A control freaks. There, I said it. I’m just like my mother.

    But with my daughter I want to have the kind of relationship you have with your mother, so I have to learn to quash that control freak in me somehow.

    Also, “busting grumpies” is an awesome farting euphemism. I have to add that to my lexicon. It took me approximately 2 weeks to fart in front of my honey. Now I do it audibly unless I think its going to be a silent but deadly– if it is, I try to make it out of the room or at least apologize profusely afterward.

    1. This is an awesome comment on so many different levels, Melody. The mother/daughter relationship hopes, feeling warm and fuzzies over hoping you nurture a similar relationship to what I have with my mom, loving “busting grumpies”….you are awesome. 🙂

  7. sunny, huh?
    that is freaking awesome.
    now I see where you get it.

    p.s., don’t think you haven’t slipped one out in your sleep

    1. luna – yes…I have slipped farts out in my sleep. I startle myself awake. Most of the time, Frank is gracious enough not to make a big deal out of it and he acts like he doesn’t notice. Bless him. I know better, though, when in the morning he’s looking at me like he’s trying not to laugh at me.

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