Rescue Me

HA! I bet that title reeled you in! In actuality, it's based off of the show Rescue Me, starring Denis Leary. If you've never seen it, you should really invest in an hour to check it out....an amazing allotment of television each week.

Anyway, that's the intro to my newest blog. I've realized that it's all been about Lil Lu (which it should be because she so damn cute) but everyone's got autonomy and I'll be damned if I'm denied mine. What does that mean, you ask? Pay attention and I'll lay it out for you.

Two Tuesdays ago, on Rescue Me, Tommy and Janet attended their daughter's play at a boarding school. The girl, a subject of continual parental abuse (of the mental capacity), presented her life to her schoolmates and their parents falsely. Suffering from probable embarrassment, she lied to everyone about who she was, who her parents were, and how much money they made. The episode made me laugh, especially when Janet got drunk and proclaimed to a jealous mother (don't quote this because I'm not sure how accurate it is) "I may not be a fashion designer but here's a tip: Don't wear yellow because the kids might want to ride you to school". However, the actual message that I pulled from watching was this: Even as adults, there's a whole shit-ton of pretenses that people put on, especially when it comes to their children.

After watching this eppie, I also realized something else. LuLu may not look like me but I hope she inherits something very important from me. I hope she gets my attitude. I hope she stands up for what she believes in, I hope she gets in people's faces, I hope she bends all the rules (even if they're mine) and I hope that she questions everything. I hope that she's clever enough to realize that idiotic folk deserve to be treated like idiots. I hope that she is smart enough to laugh at the boys (or girls) that are trying to get in her hammer pants. And I hope that she smiles at me over scrambled eggs one morning and says, "Don't worry, Mom, I kicked all their asses."

And guess what? I'll believe it.

But that's not the point of my entry here today. Every now and then, you have to remember yourself, even if you are caring for a child. So I have to ask, what do I expect of myself (sans all of the obvious like career, success, riches and selfishness)?

Just like I expect Luca to step out of the box and be different and be proud and be imaginative and excited, I need to expect the same for myself. Look out PTA because Momma ain't made from your straight-up regular peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Don't worry, Lu, because Momma is about to kick all their asses.