Yesterday afternoon as I was sitting at the table, my daughter came to me with a handful of papers from school. I pulled her in close to give her a hug, leaning in to give her a kiss on her cheek. And that knucklehead had the audacity to pull away from me!
She probably assumed I was leaning in to pester her by blowing in her ear or face (she knows me pretty well), but I was genuinely just trying to give her a quick kiss.
Because I know she could handle the teasing, I made a big deal about it.
“You dare pull away when your mama tries to give you a kiss?! Oh, kid, get back here!” I chased her around the house and we wrestled as I threatened her about what was to come.
“The next time I see you with your friends, I’m going to run up to you and give you a big sloppy kiss on your cheek! I’m going to call you ‘Schmoopie’ and give you a nose-boop and express my love and adoration for you!”
The best part? She totally knew I would.
I always walk the kids into school so my daughter didn’t think anything of me walking with her until we were halfway from the van to her class. She got all giggly and started explaining what had transpired yesterday to her friend who carpools with us. That’s how I knew it was okay to embarrass her. She was almost bragging about what was going to happen.
When we got to her classroom and all the students were sitting in the hallway quietly chatting or reading, waiting for the teachers to call them in, she started to lean away, trying to duck under my hug.
But that kid should know by now that her mother cannot be thwarted when I’m on a mission! I grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a big squeeze. I nearly wrestled her down to the ground as her friends cackled and laughed. As I was wrangling with my gangly nine-year-old, I told my little Schmoopie I loved her and would miss her while we were apart.
Then her teacher came out, wide-eyed and shocked at the noise, certainly ready to get the loud students back in line. “Who is making all that racket?!”
“Sorry, that was me…” I confessed. (I’m the best homeroom mom ever, right?)
She threatened to move my clip on the behavior chart, which of course made the kids roll with laughter, but as soon as I explained to my daughter’s teacher, a mom of SIX, that I was simply giving my daughter a proper kiss goodbye since she pulled away from a kiss yesterday, she smiled and told me to continue what I was doing. It’s the Mom Code. We support our own.
Before I told my daughter goodbye, I whipped out the “mom finger,” the one that brings a lesson with each pointing gesture, and told all the kids who were in a fit of giggles, “Guys, when your mom wants a kiss, you better lean that cheek in and let her give you that kiss! You are never too old or too cool to get a kiss from your mom.”
And with one more squeeze, I sent my daughter on her way and let her sit down amongst her friends who I’m sure had a conversation about how funny and ridiculously cool her mom is.
There’s no doubt she knows that her mom loves her to the moon and back, which was the goal all along.