I watched the premier of the new reality show "Momma's Boys" on NBC. Interesting concept. Three young bachelors are presented 32 young women to choose from...the catch is that their mothers live in the same house as the ladies. Oh, and that the guys are Momma's boys through and through.

Believe it or not, I am not going to use this post to write about the horrible Mrs. B and her wish for her son to marry a perfect girl, which to her means White, petite, and Catholic (not that I couldn't write about that or how it feels to be on the wrong end of that sentiment) Instead, I started thinking about the whole concept of a Momma's Boy.

Right now, Peanut is a big Momma's Boy. I am his favorite person in the whole world. Daddy and our nice nanny are tied for second, but he is all about mommy. Do I love it? Of course I do! He is one of the lights of my life, heart of my heart. When his litte face starts laughing when I come in the room in the morning? When he tries to give me kisses by smooshing his face against my cheek with a big "swack" sound that he just learned to do? I cannot help but smile. I love that kid so much, I can barely stand it. Maybe because he had a rougher start than his sister, or maybe because he is so tiny, or maybe because he is a big cuddle-bug...Whatever, I loves me some Peanut! Ever since Ethiopia we formed a very special bond...

HOWEVER...the thought of him as a grown man still expecting me to do his laundry? Picking out ties for him and packing his luggage? A grown man living at home well into adultihood with me cooking for him every night and doting on his every need? Making his bed for him while I go on and on about "Look at my handsome son! He is my perfect little boy! And what a catch...Yes, I need to find him the perfect woman for my perfect son." 

Pardon me while I throw up in my mouth a little...

I want my son to grow up into a good and productive member of society. I want him to be the kind of man that will make a great partner. And if I do my job really well, he will choose a wonderful spouse all by himself.

Frankly, I think these moms are confusing love with arrogance and selfishness. Are they so blind to think that they are the ONLY women good enough to take care of their sons? The thing is I love, love, love being a mommy and Tadd loves being a daddy just as much. How can I deny the joys of parenthood to my son and daughter by trying to keep them children forever? The bummer about being a parent is that your kids don't really belong to you. They are creatures entrusted to your loving care until they are ready to live their own lives.

For now I will relish every minute I get to have with my Momma's Boy, because I know with every new tooth, every new discovery, and every new milestone, he is moving away from me just a little more. I don't like it, but it is the order of things. No matter. I'll still always be Mommy, no matter where his journey will take him.

And, because I can, I will give those future girlfriends a bit of a hard time. After all, not just any girl will do for my boy!!

P.S: This same entry can be flipped for Pumpkin as well. Tadd is already dreading her first date.