More Stories from Local Moms
Our readers share some of their favorite stories and advice from the wild world of parenting.
We moved one time and forgot our 8-year-old. He was saying goodbye to the treehouse and the tire swing in the back yard. Parents and grandparents all thought he was with the others. Poor fella had to wait about an hour for us to come back! Probably still has abandonment issues now! Had fun raising four great kids! Now enjoying two little grandbabies.—Tamara Squibb
Most important lesson: Listen to your children with your eyes. Those precious moments when they are trying to tell you something can be missed when you don't make eye contact with them.—Judy Brock Bilyeu
When my son snagged my keys after I put him in his car seat, and he hit the lock button as I was shutting the door! Praise the lord for pop a lock who came right away at no charge to get him out, and the stranger who let me use their phone because my phone was dead (of course).—Kari Hamra
While at the mall my kids both began to beg and acted crazy over something they just had to have...I immediately dropped to my knees and began to pray, "Lord, help me be patient with my children as they behave this way." Both kids ended their cries and begged me to stop. They never again behaved like that in a public place. Not only that, a few mothers actually clapped at how I handled the situation. It was a magical moment.—Debbie Vernier
I was 21 years old, a single mom to a 2-year-old and 3-month-old triplets. It was 3 a.m., and the triplets were crying wanting to be fed. My 2 year old was standing there looking at me with sleepy face. I was trying to fix bottles and reassure the 2-year-old that I have this handled. I get two of the babies in their carrier. I hold and feed one, while my 2-year-old holds bottle for the other two. We watched cartoons and fed babies every night for a couple of months until they slept through the night. Today at 21 and 19 they are all very close.—Beth Pritchard
How about when my 4-year-old (who has autism) pooped in the Lowes display toilet while we were looking at countertops. We were potty training at the time, and he thought all potties worked. My daughter yells, "Oh my god, mom! Z is sitting on the potty." Sure enough, we turned and Z was doing his business. My husband grabbed him and ran for the restroom while I had to figure out how to get this poop out. While I was on my knees cleaning it out (even though the Lowes employee offered to do it) a friend from college walks up and asks what I am doing! It’s all funny now, but at that time, it was my most embarrassing moment as a mom. For years Z would pass a display toilet and say, "That toilet is not for going potty on!" Also, found out that we were a legend at the Lowes store because the story had been shared many times. By the way, my son is mainstreamed now and doing fabulous.—Tara Seaton Holcomb
Our daughter had a sweet tooth. I had baked cookies before a babysitter arrived from Missouri State. I gave specific instructions that both kids could not have any cookies while I was gone a few hours. To my horror, our daughter locked the babysitter in the basement, so she could raid the cookie jar! The babysitter called her roommate at Missouri State to let her out of the basement. Needless to say, I profusely apologized to the babysitter.—Lynn Ausburn
My 17-month-old was playing in her bedroom while I was pouring her a cup of milk, when all o fa sudden I heard splashing of water coming from the other room! I ran into the bathroom to find my daughter scooping water out of the toilet and pouring it over her head! Aww… the life of a stay-at-home mother.—Meranda Ghan Trinkle
One morning at church my twin boys took their first communion. I heard Hudson say rather loudly "Mmm this bread ain't half bad." Then Harry took his little cup of juice and shouted "cheers." One more: One of our twins is an amputee. One day I walked into the living room and asked him to please pick up his prosthetic from the middle of the floor before someone tripped over it and fell. He then proceeded to start laughing and said “It's really cool isn't it, Mom, that I don't even have to wear my leg to trip people?!”—Liz Kemper
Last summer after a long day at home with my two boys I decided I needed a 44-ounce soda from Kum and Go. I was feeling brave, got my 22-month-old out of the car and walked him around to the other side to get my 4-month-old. I knew we could do it. Hand-in-hand we walked with my smallest on my hip. When we walked in the first thing my oldest saw was a ball. He ripped out of my hand and ran for it, knocking over an entire candy display. The whole store watched as I tried to pick it all up one handed. I thought about leaving at that point but really decided I deserved that soda. We get over to the soda after I make my son put the ball back, and he sees all the cups sticking out. He grabs like seven. And I am forced to try to put them all back. I start to get my drink, have it all ready to put the lid on, and he grabs more cups which startled me and I knocked my entire cup over. I am mortified trying to signal someone that I again had made an atrocious mess. I apologize over and over and turn back to my son watching him eat the ice off the floor. That soda tasted so good. I did not venture out on my own with the two of them for a couple of months.—Felicia Dake
On a particularly snowy day in Branson in 1980 we were late for school so we didn't listen to the radio. My mom dropped me off at school. It was cancelled. I spent the next several hours sharpening pencils for the principal who had come in for just a few and ended up staying while they tried to find my mom.—Jody Porter Hackley
My boys were little and kept fighting in the backseat when I was driving. They were kicking my seat and yelling and wouldn't stop. I pulled the car over and made them get out. Then I sat back down in the driver's seat with the door open and said, "Now you have plenty of room to fight." They both looked at me like I was crazy, and then got into the car and sat back there quietly. It was a very peaceful ride home!—Shawna Jones
The time Jenni Moulin and I took my daughter shopping at the Battlefield Mall. My daughter started to run away from me, so I started running after her. The mall security on their Segways started chasing me!—Sundee Bumgarner
When my boys were around 4 and 7 they were outside playing under the tree in the backyard. I was inside cleaning house. We had some leftover butter mints that had gotten stale. My husband took them outside and tossed them in the yard. They happened to land near the kids. They came running in the house to tell me about the candy tree in the back yard and how there were mints falling from it. They even brought us some. So every now and then I couldn't help but toss candy at them. Cracked me up.—Charece Lummis
This was a Facebook post of mine a few months back: Just a day in the life of a mom with three boys. Never a dull moment. So sorry to the Target employees who had to help me clean a whole bottle of chocolate milk spilled today by my favorite 2-year-old. And to the manager at Panera who had to mop the floor after said 2-year-old threw up his M&M cookie right in front of the only door in or out of the restaurant. I really did try to catch it all in my hands. My apologies to all the patrons who looked on in horror as they tried to enjoy their lunch while watching our sideshow unfold. What a day! So happy it's nap time."—Amanda Swanson
Taught my daughter a lesson in morality via Candy Land. She accidentally drew three cards instead of one. She looked at them and said "I want this one." (Two blue.) I said "Okay, well that's cheating. You can do it but cheaters don't get a real win."
"But I really want i.."
"Like I said, you can keep it, but that's cheating. It's your decision."
"I really want it...I don't know what to do."
"That's called temptation."
"What's that mean?"
"That means you really want to do something that you know isn't right. So you have to decide if you are going to do what you want, or what you know you should."
"Okay. I'll get a different card."
And she did. It was only a one square card and she was disappointed. But the lesson was a good one. And she won both games, regardless. I was right at the end and got that stupid gingerbread man. Anyway, glad we played Candy Land.—Sarah Adams
When my oldest was 3, our twins were born. Needless to say, sleep was a luxury. One night when I put my 3-year-old in the bath, I noticed his feet looked green. I panicked! I thought he must have a fungus! Nope. I just forgot to take his sock off. Exhaustion can make you see crazy things!—Johanna Ashby Kell
I have a boy and a girl, five years apart. My son, the oldest, used to tease my daughter that he found her in his bowl of corn flakes. He poured milk on it, and poof there she was. So at my company Christmas party my daughter loudly pipes up, “I used to be a corn flake, didn't I, Mommy?” I try to hush her and laugh it off. She gets really angry and starts crying and screaming, “Jake poured milk on me, and I was there is his bowl.” Eventually I had to excuse myself and go explain that her brother had just been teasing her.—Katharine Conway
When my son was a little over a year old, he got a hold of my cell phone and hit the emergency call button which called 911. Then to top it off, while it was ringing he dropped it behind our sofa which is pretty deep. So I had to find a long object to retrieve it. 911 called back, and I explained. Ten minutes later a police officer showed up at my door at just the moment my son was having a meltdown. All-around bad timing! So we now say our baby called the cops on us!—Ila Woolsey
I was playing "princess" with my girls at home, and I had on a tiara. Later in the day I took everyone for ice cream at Dairy Queen. I forgot to take off the tiara.—Tammy Goswick
My personal favorite is when I was grocery shopping with my then 2-year-old, Jack. He was riding in the basket and having a great time. I pull the basket to the side to look at an item, and it ends up with Jack about two feet from a little old man who was grabbing a canned good. Jack stretched himself as far over the cart as he could, shook his finger at the man and says, "No no! you put that back right now mister!" The old man didn't find it nearly as funny as mamma did!—Hollis Presley
I'm a mom of three beautiful girls. Ever since I can remember, I have danced with my girls and still do. The difference now is they secretly film my off-the-wall random dance moves. Every once in a while, my older two come home, and we break out into a dance-off. My most cherished moments with these ladies.—Tena Reel
About two months ago when I first put on my Springfield Wonder Woman suit, ready to take on the world, my 3-year-old son casually glanced at me with wonder and almost a hint of pride. No matter how many unique amazing children or wonderful people I see to cheer up, the most important smile is my son's. Especially as a single mother trying to juggle work, school and Wonder Woman. As long as he is proud of me, I can do anything. Even fight crime.—Jasmine Rice
I'm a fairly new mom; I have a 16-month-old son and am currently seven months pregnant with my second son. That being said, when Henry was about a week old I was changing his diaper just after a feeding when he peed all over his face. As he lay there, I'm sure wondering what the heck his mother had just done to him, I called for my husband to help me get him cleaned up. I was so focused on getting his poor face clean that I forgot to put the diaper on him. Yep, you guessed it, he started peeing again. Again all over his face. I was horrified! Thank goodness my husband was there to assist me! Now I laugh when I think about it and am much more speedy when it comes to diaper changes.—WR William
I slept in one Saturday morning, and my 3-yearo-old got up and helped himself to peanut butter and cereal. Yeah, he got the peanut butter all over himself, sliding glass door, floor, cabinets, table, dog, you get the picture. But the topper was all the Rice Krispies sprinkles embedded with the peanut butter. He woke me trying to give me breakfast in bed. Couldn’t be angry at that sweet face. I was the one who overslept. Thought I was gonna go crazy though.—Julie Sheffer-Land
As a single mom, I took my two children, ages 7 and 8, to Disney World by myself. We left the day after Christmas and drove for two days. We had a great time just the three of us.—Jennifer Messer Grossius
My two sons are grown now, but raising them was a daily adventure. They were funny little boys—could make you laugh and cry in the same day.—June Wemlinger
One time during one of our military House Hold Goods pack outs I watched the guy filling out the inventory form as my then 2-year-old son came running to me with a VERY BIG smile and a bunch of the inventory number stickers all over his now naked body. He had removed every sticker from every box. Although it was hilarious, the packer did not think so. To this day, 30 years later, I smile when I see those moving number stickers on boxes.—M Lucila Vega
I have learned to always keep a deck of cards or some other game in my purse. You never know when you are going to have to wait, and I never had that "screaming, running crazy" child with me. Also, I NEVER took more than one child grocery shopping. Three would stay home with Dad.—Christy Gorman
One day I looked outside and our sons had trained the dog to ride on the front of their sled. She had always wanted to prevent them sledding but, like all things, if you can't beat them join in the fun!—Victoria Mathis
My 18-month-old refuses to call me Momma. He has had this game since he was tiny of calling me Daddy every time I ask him to call me Momma. I wonder when I will hear him say “Momma?”—Sannetta Marsh
I was getting ready for work one day and I heard my 2-year-old talking to someone. I walked around the corner and noticed she was talking on the phone. “How cute,” I thought until I realized, “Wait, how is she talking on the phone and who could she be talking to?” She was saying things like, “Hell-oooo, how are you?” In a cute little sing-songy voice. When I realized she had somehow dialed 911, I was mortified and apologized profusely.—Laine Scholz
When my daughter was almost three years old, we were going to have apples as a side with dinner. She insisted on it being cut up. I reassured her that I was planning on it, but I wanted her to try eating all of it. I thought she was trying to avoid eating the apple skin. Nope. She said an apple seed was a baby tree, and she was afraid that if she accidentally ate the apple seed, an apple tree would grow in her belly the way baby people grow inside their mommy's tummy. I was completely taken aback and didn't know what to say except, "Babies are not made the same way apple trees are." I quickly changed the subject after that.—Brittany Zachary
I love getting my 14-year-old son to laugh. Being a teenager and I being the uncool mom, it can be quite the feat. But when I can get him laughing a good belly laugh, and I’m laughing too, everything seems perfect at the moment.—Amanda Frida
This was many years ago now, but seems like yesterday. The kids and I were trying to get this huge bunk bed out of the upstairs to get rid of it. We were taking it down the stairs when we accidentally let go of it. It was wedged so tight we had to wait several hours until someone could come and cut it out. So all the other younger kids (six of them) were downstairs and my oldest daughter and I were trapped upstairs. We did somehow order Chinese and have it delivered, so we didn't starve!—Monica Whitworth
When my children were three and four years of age, they took a pitcher of grape Kool-Aid and a pound of white sugar and proceeded to paint their entire room with it! Everything from ceiling to floor, as well as both children, had been touched by the oh-so-sticky stuff. It was a terrible mess to clean up, and because it has been a few years since it happened, we can now laugh about it.—Melissa Fleetwood
Realizing when I became a grandparent it was a reward from God—for not eating my girls when they were teenagers! They now tell other's this story with laughter and brand new appreciation of being a mom!—Michelle Stalling
We were at a park that sits on the corner of a busy intersection. Our oldest son was two years old. He had to potty, and we were nowhere near the truck let alone a bathroom. We were about to pick him up and run for it when he dropped trow in the middle of the wide-open park and did his business. We did all we could to try to block him from public view.—Valerie Pope-Haigh
When my son was 3, we had gone grocery shopping. Upon returning we saw that our guineas had hatched their chicks. All four of my children were so excited. I told them to watch from a distance or the momma would get really mad. As we finished putting the bags in the house, I heard my son screaming. I found him behind the garage being attacked be three or four guineas. The next morning when he came outside he had on his usual: a leopard print lady's pill box hat he called his Davy Crockett hat, a T-shirt, little red shorts and his cowboy boots. The difference was his pockets were very full and hanging way below his shorts. I asked “What do you have in your pockets?” He said, "guinea rocks." Little stink always had a plan; they weren't getting him again.—Cindy Frankenfield Youngblood
I love being a mom in the Ozarks! So many things to do! I think it's the best place to raise a family.—Rebecca Layer
Learning to ignore the looks of others as my son lay on the ground kicking and crying because he isn't ready to leave, and I'm just standing there letting him do it.—Jackie Wright
Being a mom and now a grandmother, I cherish every day I get to experience there growth. Sharing experiences, adventures, good or bad times. Motherhood is a rewarding experience.—Kim Shaboo-Birge