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So what if the most extraordinary thing I do for my children -- bio and adopted -- is to provide them normalcy? #ordinaryisextraordinary

Hello, Normalcy. It’s Me, Ordinary Mom.

Yesterday afternoon, I did a very Texan Mom thing. I ran errands all morning, dropping off lunches at forgetful teen’s job and packing the minivan with sale items from Aldis and driving across the metroplex to pick up symphony music and getting a library card at yet another library because we can never, never, ever have enough libraries with enough books. But the Texas Mom thing grew as the full morning gave way to an empty belly. Driving down the country highway in my “sports minivan,” (the awesome Honda Odyssey with all the windows down), past acre after acre of ranches and cattle farms, I could only think of one thing: Grass-Fed Burgers. Pulling into the gravel driveway, I left the sports minivan to air out a bit while my young son and teenaged daughter crunched through the dusty path beside me to the food truck. Grins wide with hopeful expectation, we fished out a cool drink and bag of chips from the bright buckets and staked our claim on a shady picnic table overlooking the …

What are We Doing Today (and other stupid questions)

What are we doing today, Mom? I hate that question. I mean, really, that goes right on up there with what’s for dinner and are we almost there yet on the Top 5 Questions to Interrogate Mom With. There’s no good answer to that question what are we doing, so I have taken to throwing down smart-aleck replies. What are we doing today? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Please stand motionless for the next twelve hours. Underwater Basket Weaving (seriously, that is the perfect answer to nearly every question). I haven’t yet come up with a sufficiently horrific torture for you yet, but I’ll let you know. Everything. Please get started on all of the things. Start by making a list of All the Reasons My Mom is Wonderful and All The Things I Want to Buy Her and All the Jobs I Will Undertake to Make All The Money for All the Things. Then work your plan. I get sick of the what are we doing question because the answer is the same as yesterday and every other day that ends …

What happened to ordinary mom?

What Happened to Ordinary Mom?

I haven’t decided what kind of mom I am yet. Which is sad, because I’m about to start emptying the nest, so the Big Family Years are coming to a close, and I still haven’t found myself yet, apparently. What kind of mom am I, anyway? I’m a soccer mom. And a music mom. A homeschool mom, a cooking-at-home mom, a coffee mom, and a thinking mom. I’m a mommy blogger, Target mom, and minivan mom. I am not a crafty mom. Just get that straight. I have been a working mom, a work-from-home mom, and a ministry mom (scars to prove it). But I just want to be an ordinary mom. Not the kind of mom you see on cable TV (really, people? THOSE are the real housewives of Dallas? Um, not from this perspective). Not the kind of mom you see in the movies (unless you are talking about Mom’s Night Out, thank you Patricia Heaton for nailing it once again!). Definitely not any of the moms you know on Pinterest! Seriously, I don’t do crafts!!! When …