The Neighborhood Mom

Every mom should strive to be the neighborhood mom. Every kid’s group has one. Be it a sports group or church group, there is always one mom that every child wishes was their mom. I know that sounds harsh and might enraged mommies all over the world, but sadly, it doesn’t change the truth. For it takes a unique motherly love to handle children of all types. Luckily, my kids are going to grow up having the neighborhood mom.

The more I watch her grow the more I realize how incredible she is at being a mother. There are certain traits all mothers need. But to attain the status of neighborhood mom you have to have Peyton Manning skills of motherhood. Well, should I say the Drew Brees skills of motherhood after last night?

You need certain qualities including unbelievable self-control, wide arms of love, an urge to be hospitable, the desire to teach, the willingness to play crazy, and the ability to provide. In essence, you become the go to mom. Again, my kids are going to be so happy.

I know some might still be lost. Let me help. This mom always has food and when she doesn’t she orders a pizza. The only reason a slumber party doesn’t happen is because the other mom said no. This mom is okay with bathing suit sprinkler parties while occasionally joining in herself. She never gets mad and disciplines with love. She never displays the annoyed parent looks that others give without a second thought. This mom has a willingness to listen and always forgives. She doesn’t get mad about mud tracks on her carpet. I mean, she gives the most candy, she hugs the tightest,  and she smiles the sweetest. She is the neighborhood mom. Oh yeah, my kids are so blessed.

How can she discipline without ever raising a hand? How can she teach without ever giving a lecture? How can she advise without one counseling session? Why are other kids more nervous about her disappointment than that of their own parents? I know, she’s a neighborhood mom.

The kids see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch. She has the motherly love that forgets, revives, and restores. Wow, I am married to a neighborhood mom.

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