Little Mommy by Sharon KaneNo, no, no! This book belongs in a time capsule from sixty years ago, not on my daughters bookshelf!
Little Mommy is a story about a little girl who pretends to be a mom. She takes care of her kids, does the laundry, feeds the kids dinner, and puts them to bed. The dad character takes the car and goes to his doctor job all day while Mommy is stuck at home doing everything else. Awww, how fucking sweet.
I understand everyone has warm and fuzzy feelings about this book from when they read it in 1967, but this is not what I want my daughters play to be modeled after. One real little mommys opinion: Books like this should be relegated to museums. Even my husband agrees this is going in the fire pit as kindling.
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My mom and I have had a very serious connection throughout my whole life. It is very rare that I find people who understand me and my passions to such a sovereign parallel, but this woman whom I call mom, does. We have our own funny words, our own fun sayings, nicknames, and songs. She described me as her little pal, when I was a baby. I was her first born, and I went everywhere with her. My father traveled most of my toddlerhood for business so while he was gone, my mom and I were inseparable. Never once throughout my childhood did I feel smothered or drowned by her.
A young girl in the 1st grade was given an assignment by her teacher. Using crayons she had to illustrate what she wanted to be when she grew up. The sweet cherub proudly completed her work and handed it in. After the teacher had appraised and graded her handiwork, the little girl took her project home to show her mother. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This picture is of me selling a shovel!