While growing up, I always dreamed of becoming a mom and raising little kids. I'd try to imagine what their sweet faces would look like and even blissfully daydreamed about their sticky little hands and how giggling and tiny feet would fill my future home with happiness. But no matter how much you try to imagine the future; I know now that it is almost never like you thought it would be.
For example how I could not have guessed my current daily interaction with all things related to Bigfoot.
Every.single.day we talk about Bigfoot in our house.
Sometimes we tell stories that involve Bigfoot, we seek out shows and kids' movies that include Bigfoot (or anything close to him - there's more than you imagine: Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer, Scooby Doo), we ask the Librarian for books about Bigfoot, or we pretend we are Bigfoot.
It is all about Bigfoot over here.
It started a few months ago. Grey was watching a prank show with his Aunt (hi, Uch!) and someone in a Bigfoot costume was getting ready to scare his friend. The show started feeling especially spooky, so Uch changed the channel before the reveal that it was all just a joke. Which was actually turned out to be more scary than just watching the whole thing. oops.
So for a few weeks, Bigfoot was really scary. After lots of talking, stories, and reassuring, Bigfoot started to change from scary to fascinating. And because we just kept talking about it, now Bigfoot is a full fledged family friend. Even Gem knows and speaks about BigFoot now and when she hears a noise outside, she says, "Bigfoot outside?"
So I spend my days making up little stories about Bigfoot, and pretending to be Bigfoot, and wondering aloud what BigFoot might be doing at any given moment.
How strange the path of motherhood is, no?