April 10th, 2008

Death-Neil Gaiman

Of Wolves and Swans

ballistabob has the theory that there are two main types of mammas out there.

The first one, he dubs the "Swan Mamma." This type of mamma has all her little chicks around her, following her in a neat little row, and she teaches them to swim accordingly, in a neat little row behind her, feeds them, and fusses after them. It is a good approach, and very organized. In general, produces very good results.

The second one is the "Wolf Mom," who tell her cubs "You're hugry? Okay, see those squirrels over there? Go hunt them like I showed you the other day. Let me know how it went." If they go hungry here and there, well, life's a bitch and the sooner you figure that out the better. It also produces very good results, if handled carefully. (You still have to be nurtruring!)

There is value in those two approaches to Mommahood, but he believes that I belong to the second category.

At any rate, as you may recall, El Brato mentioned the other day that he was considering going to culinary school. My response was that in order to do that some conditions would have to be met. One of them would be for him to finish his current semester, included the dreaded Math, which is the bane of his existence.

Now, the Brato is not the most diligent student out there. His first year at College has been . . . interesting to say the least. However, he's managed to pass mostly everything.

Except for Math.

Well, for the past week he has been rather dedicated to his stuff, and last night I found his math book with loads of finished homework on top of the dining room table.

"You doing homework?" I ask. (This is a rather rare occurence in this household.)


"Math homework?"


"So," I say. "You are you and what have you done with my kid?"

"Heh," he chuckles. "You gotta do what you gotta do."

It seems that the drive for culinary school is kicking in.

To be honest, I don't know whether culinary school will be the best thing for him or not. However, if this is what it takes for him to realize that you "gotta do what you gotta do" in order to get what you want, it is really welcome.

And who knows? Maybe he'll like it and stick with it. Whether or not he is successful in this (or any other) endeavor is entirely up to him. After all, you only live once. If you succeed, cool beans. If not, well, as long as you are alive and have your health, you can always try something else.

In the meantime, he's learning the value of doing what you need in order to get what you want.

Momma Wolf cannot ask for much more.

PS. I just got a birthday call at work from Jeffrey the Giraffe from Toys R' Us. Apparently they believe I have a small child at home. Go figure. My life is full of bizarre happenings.

PPS. One of these days I will even post about my experience with 1-800-LAURELS