I like to think that I’ve embraced motherhood to the fullest extent possible.  I’ve wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember and I can’t imagine my life any other way.  I’ve given up sleeping in on weekends though I miss rolling out of bed at noon on a Saturday immensely.  I’ve given up going out to the movies and out to eat on a whim.  I’ve given up some of my more stylish clothes for more appropriate, everyday wear (though I’ve yet to succumb to “mom jeans” and I don’t think I ever will).  On a daily basis I’m a snot rag, butt wiper, high chair crevice cleaner, short order cook, and chew toy.  My identity also changes daily.  I’m everyone from Mama Bear (of the Berenstein Bears) to Boots the Monkey (from Dora) to Sunshine Bear (from the Care Bears) and God forbid I forget who I am on a certain day!  My house is crowded full of toys and brightly colored, enormous plastic contraptions.  My pantry is stocked with Gerber products and my fridge is full of Yo Baby and Motts for Tots (though there is still room for some beer and wine in there).

But, there one thing in my life that has remained constant despite having kids – the music I listen to.  Now I don’t listen to anything crazy like NIN or Korn or anything, just pop/rock/top 40 stuff.  But I enjoy it.  I’m not saying that I don’t let my kids listen to Toddler Tunes, Ben Rudnick, and Laurie Berkner here and there but they have not taken over my radio (yet).  So am I a bad influence because my three and a half year old loves Lady Gaga and proclaims her favorite song to be Poker Face?  Should I hang my head in shame when my nine month old starts rocking and bobbing her head to Sexy Chick by Akon?  Is it wrong that my daughter learned the days of the week from The Black Eyed Peas song I’ve Got a Feeling? At least my kids are skooled in Pop Culture, right?

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