If I Were A Better Mom–Or A Mombot

If I were either a better mom or a mombot, it wouldn’t drive me crazy when the kids want to help me make bread in the bread machine.  I would giggle when they grabbed the salt to throw more in, or the honey to test its texture and viscosity, weighing its potential to be used as glue and ant bate.

I would chortle quietly to myself as they screamed at each other in somewhat unintelligible toddler speak, trying to get dibs on pouring the next ingredient into the pan.

It wouldn’t bother me at all as they He-man their step stools directly into the place where I am standing, taking all the prime cooking property.  I would simply adore their angelic faces while reaching over their heads to calmly instruct on what to do next.

I would not sigh deeply, as if the task were taking up every last ounce of my patience.  I would not scream, “Don’t touch that!”  six times and try to tell them I’m all done before I really am just so they would get out of my hair.  I would relish the perfect mombot moment, taking the opportunity to teach my 2 and 3 year old about measuring and cleaning, and about the amazing properties of yeast!  Without it, we wouldn’t have wine or beer either!  Then we’d all be in trouble, little ones.