A Marauding Marsupial Mom?
As the mother of five children, for Mother’s Day, let me offer a cautionary tale. The context — this week marked a major milestone in my life: I became a “Marauding Marsupial.” Which makes me, I figure, a Marauding Marsupial Mom! M-cubed!
How blogging has changed my goals in life — not only am I excited about being a marsupial, now I want to be a “Large Mammal.” Large not being an adjective I have heretefore wanted anywhere near me. . . Previously, I had been an “Adorable Rodent,” so you understand my excitement — even as an adorable one, I do much prefer marsupial to rodent. (If you’re new to blogs, rodents and marsupials are categories in the rockin’ TTLB Ecosystem thanks to N.Z. Bear.)
So, I was checking my progress in the Ecosystem one day this week, when the Dude walked in.
“Hey, guess what?” I said. “I’ve moved up! I’m a Marauding Marsupial now!”
“Cool,” said he. “What’s Instapundit?”
“Well, frankly, he’s pretty much at the top. A Higher Being, I think.”
“So how long will it take you to be as high as him?” he asks with sweet earnestness.
I snort. “The chances of that are basically nonexistant,” I said.
“Mom!” the Dude exclaimed, “you can’t say that! You wouldn’t let me get away with that. You can do anything you want to do!”
The moral to this story: Be careful what you teach your kids — it will come back at you sooner than you think.
So, okay, people. The mission is now clear: tell a friend about Reasoned Audacity. . . and visit often. A ten-year-old’s faith in the Mom Who Can Do All Things is riding on it.
No pressure though.
I’m a Marauding Marsupial Mom on a Mission, and on the Move. . . Watch your back, Glenn Reynolds!