Every day I make sensible, adult choices for my kids. I tell them to finish all their vegetables; I instruct my toddler not to whack the dog over the head with the phone; I make them wash the caked-on dirt from their hands before dinner (well, most of the time).
But sometimes I don't feel like being mature. Because being sensible all the time is so... what's the word.... mind numbingly dull. It's boring to always be the one with the sensible decisions and the wise words and the wipes and hair brushes and band aids. Etc.
Sometimes, I want to be the one to flick my yogurt across the room and let it land wherever it lands. And I want to toss the laundry that someone else has been carefully folding on the floor and let someone else pick it up. And I want to play chase around the backyard screaming "I'm gonna get you!!" with the hose and cackling loudly.
And so, sometimes, when my son challenges me, instead of taking the grown-up approach, I just challenge him right back.
He'll ask, fake-innocent, provoking, "What you talking 'bout Mama?" even though he knows full well I've just asked him to put away the crayons he's been colouring with.
Then I start the stare-down.
"What are you talking 'bout Matthew?" I say, equally daring.
"No. What YOU talking 'bout MAMA?"
"No. What YOU talking 'bout MATTHEW!?"
"NO NO NO NO NO YOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!"
And so on. Until the dog starts howling.
When he badgers to me to play hide-and-seek right as I'm making dinner, I finally relent, find the best hiding place I can, and after letting him look for me for five minutes, I jump out at him yelling "BOO!", making him, his brother and the dog scream and yelp all at once. It honestly sounds like a zoo is being murdered.
And after I'm done pretending I'm five, I go right back to being mature, responsible Mummy, making the dinner and telling everyone to use their "indoor voices please".
How about you? Do you have immature moments too?