Mommy's Baby

February has been a hectic month for me and it just flew right past me.  It doesn't help that I have an entire week off and somehow that week off helped the month fly by even faster.  I have wanted to post this story for a couple of weeks now and I finally have the time to sit and share this story with you.  It helps that no one is home and I actually have a moment to think!

Today's story is about Little Jimmy and his mom.  I have never posted about him.  He's so quiet and NEVER gives me any grief.  On the other hand, his momma is psychotic!  I worry about Little Jimmy when he gets older because he is going to do one or all of 3 things. 

1.  Resent his mom.
2.  Become a momma's boy.
3.  Allow some woman to be his boss and make him sprung.

Little Jimmy is truly "Mommy's Baby"!  If his mother could come to school and wipe his toosh each time he goes to the bathroom, she DEFINITELY would (Did I mention that I teach 2nd grade?!?!)!  She drops him off at 8:30 a.m. each day.  Then she comes back at 11:15 to bring him his lunch EVERYDAY!  You would swear she is the vice principal of the school! She walks the halls, wants to sit in on lessons, and monitor what time the teachers get to work.  I respect any parent who wants to be proactive in their child's education.  You should be, but can you please let me do my job?!?!?!

Now that you have some background knowledge on Little Jimmy and his crazy momma, I shall continue the story.

A few weeks ago, Little Jimmy's mother came to deliver his lunch to him.  After lunch, I came into the cafeteria to pick up my class.  As I am gathering my students, I notice Little Jimmy sitting in a corner of the cafeteria with his mother.  I figured she was helping him clean up his mess and perhaps wiping his mouth or something (She's such a WACKO!).  Well, I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Little Jimmy's mother take a bite of the food.  Then she picked up some more food from his bowl, blew on it, and proceeded to feed her 8 year old son!!!!!!!!!!  I thought I was hallucinating, so I continued to look at them and she did it again!  I was floored!  The child is 8! I have a 5 year old and I don't feed him!  I am just so disgusted and furious about it.  I was waiting to see if she would chew the food and then regurgitate it into his mouth!  I so angry just blogging about it right now!

As a teacher and a mother, I have one piece of advice to all you moms and future moms out there...Please don't baby your children to the point of handicapping them.  At some point or another they definitely will need to learn how to be independent.  I know you want to keep them as children for as long as you can, but you must think of the time when you might not be around.  This child has to be able to stand on his/her own two feet and make it without you coddling them.  I hope the Daley Laugh made you chuckle.  I also hope that it was also some food for thought.  Until next time!