This past weekend we celebrated “Family Gras” with the kids, which is the more family-centric Mardi Gras aka minus all the booze and boobs ? My mom now lives in Galveston, right off the seawall, where all the Mardi Gras parades kick off. So I took Garrett and Charlotte down there on Friday, where we ended up having an impromptu beach day. The fog was so thick it made it hard to even see the water, but I knew it would make for some pretty amazing photos – almost magical.
The only draw back – I totally wasn’t prepared for Garrett to go plunging into the ocean with my free-spirited, carefree mom. Although that right there should tell you I shoulda known. If there’s a good time to be had – my mom’s the first one there. Which is why the French Cajun saying “laissez le bon temps rouler” or “let the good times roll” kept rolling around in my head. So what if Garrett was drenched head-to-toe and I didn’t have a towel or a change of clothes in the bag – was he gonna freeze to death? Probably not. So what if Cha Cha’s feet and hands were covered in sand and she kept wiping her little eyes – was she gonna go blind? Nah. Truth is, they not only survived, but we all had the best time – even if I did have to kick my “control freak-self” outta the party.
Here’s the thing, I grew up with a “fun mom.” I mean, it wasn’t like she didn’t get onto me or tell me I couldn’t do things. She was as strict and overprotective as the best of em. But now that I’m a mom, I can’t help but feel like all us moms (yes, even my own) have to deal with the struggle of wanting to be “the fun, good-time mom” vs. “the I can’t handle sand in my car mom.” I personally like to think I’m fairly laid back and I like to give my kids enough space to explore, learn, and take risks. On the flip side, I often get that overwhelming urge to intervene and keep the situation under control. I honestly don’t know a single mom out there who hasn’t felt this same duality, especially after having more than one kid. You’re constantly feeling the pressure to keep everything and everyone in line so that you don’t feel like the world’s biggest failure. We toss around silly hashtags like #momfail and #momoftheyear as if they don’t mean anything, but sometimes they do. They mean that every now and then, we may just want to be able to laugh at how out of control things are, because like my grandpa always said – “If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry.”
So instead of worrying so much about how everything will turn out in life, I’m gonna take a cue from our Cajun neighbors and “laissez le bon temps rouler.” ✌️