The Chatty Mom

Motherhood is a constant craving, and it has to be performed on a nightly basis, if only a quick flick so to fall asleep. Mothers are versatile, amalgams of butch and femme characteristics and desires. They are skillful with their hands and minds, working each other’s patience like a control panel. Snazzy little devices are often employed and is an added entertainment bonus. The informed mother is well versed in stimulation and stays up on the latest studies to achieve that end.

Pets are compelling characters, if in a social setting, tends to make an impact, when a child is in a corner pouting. These little men are notoriously drawn to these mammals, whom they seek to chat or cheer up; the proverbial passive entertainer, it likes to bark, falsely assuming the kid’s perhaps slow on the uptake, and acting as something of a pushover. Bailey, our Coon-mutt soon learns she’s gauged him incorrectly. Yet he’s pleased to find he amuses her. The boy gets under the dog’s skin, as immature as he may consider her. But there’s something light and breezy about this interaction, a potential antidote to the long Xbox sessions he’s often found himself in, ones from which he’s forever recovering, emotionally. He senses that she’s a game pooch who can engage in affection without strings attached. The ironic thing is that, once this dog and boy sleeps together, it’s typically she, not him, who’ll be zonked.

Meanwhile, he’s proud to leash around Bailey, and he figures he’s the boss.

Feeling that black-and-white rules of motherhood run counter to human nature, I believe myself to be, capable of undying devotion to hubris whilst also leaving myself opportunity for the off dalliance, should I so desire it. This is the boon of these tough economic times: I see zero conflict in having my cake and eating it too. I may want a steady homelife with freedom to step out. I can be a fast-talker, and a quick study and won’t be fooled by mercurial tricks.

Though on the same page mentally, chatting between these pre-teens is often not enough to sustain them. They love to punch and touch, and are often versatile enough to flip for one another, but they will both want something more before too long. The best thing for their brotherly bond would be to play together with a third, fourth, or infinite number of other peers. If either one is reluctant to do so, it’s likely the other will stray and hide the fact to varying degrees of success. Girls tend to be scenesters; and having an open relationship isn’t shocking as all that. They are typically turned on by jocks and other sports regalia and might go in for parties packed with guys in such garb. Outings and cruises are teeming with young goats who are the most prolific players on deck. They often have harmless fantasies; here, they can take turns while one keeps an eye on limits being respected.  They say it’s a wild ride, but worth the price of admission.

Once they find each other, their friends might as well wave bye-bye. They tend to overanalyze situations, talking decisions to death. And there is no lack of argument, either. But they are comfortable with, what they rather deem, heated, harmless quibbles. They should be careful not to feed each other’s neuroses, however, as they can be high-strung. Focus is typically on home and school experience; being community-minded creatures, they might move to enclaves where they can socialize with other misfits, build some trouble, and make an impact, within their little worlds. Friendships are generally shared, while the boys might benefit from singular pals just as they would from solo endeavors, which the other mothers and fathers also tempted to take up.