The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

I’m getting all motherly and shit


Yeah, so, I’m pretty sure when I announced I was pregnant there were a lot of people that thought I wasn’t really the mothering type.

Some of my friends thought I wasn’t acting happy enough during my pregnancy, and Kaiser red flagged me as a possible binge drinker. True story. I wondered if they were both right. I didn’t really think I was the mothering type, but I knew mighty, mighty good man David would be a mighty, mighty good dad, so I wasn’t too worried about it.

Now, the Spawn is 18 months old. He’s a happy, healthy guy, who laughs a lot, and I think I’m a pretty good mom. I don’t think I deserve one of those “World’s Best Mother” mugs or anything, but I do all right.

Right now, The Boy’s favorite toy is a stuffed blue bear. This blue bear goes everywhere with him. The bear goes to the store, the park, etc. He goes to the nanny share during the week. Every morning, Calvin lines up all his stuffed animals, like he is deciding which one is going to go with him to the nanny. He gives them all kisses, but he always picks the bear. Since the bear is so very loved, he is so very dirty and ripped and gross.

Last night, after The Boy went to bed, I took out my little sewing kit, and I fixed the bear’s ripped arm while I watched the San Francisco Giants beat the San Diego Padres (Yeah!). Then I got a warm soapy wash cloth and scrubbed that bear clean. I don’t want to brag but check out the before and after photos.



He looks pretty good, huh?

After I mended the bear, I set him on the table in the living room, because I knew Calvin would run into the living room first thing in the morning to look for him.

I showed off my handy work to David: “Seriously, I think this might be the most motherly thing I’ve ever done. I should change my Twitter profile to say, ‘Writer/Editor/Mocker/Mender of Stuffed Bears.'”


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

5 thoughts on “I’m getting all motherly and shit

  1. now you can open your own Teddy bear hospital… there’s good money in it now that Obearma Care is in effect:

  2. I think you are very Motherly, Calvin has changed you in a very positive way! Love the new you!!!! Love Mom

  3. Mend on with your bad self!

  4. Pingback: I’m starting to think my baby doesn’t like me | The Sonia Show

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