As I listened to Drew discuss the bony plates on the back of his new favorite dinosaur on the phone with my BFF, I realized that we are indeed a cliche' - the family of five in big suburban house with a mom who wears gym clothes and drives around in her SUV, two girls who like ballet and princesses, and a boy who is infatuated with fire trucks and dinosaurs.
For the girl now mom who once sported pig tails, cut-off jeans, and heeled jellies in college, I suppose it's a little disappointing to watch your life become typical - ordinary even.
Admittedly, it's not anything I've tried too hard to avoid.
My eye for style and design is focused on my own clothes and shoes, saved for the rare occasion I get to dress up, but barely evidenced in how my house is decorated or how my kids are dressed.
And while I do my best to avoid the Bratz dolls and Barbies, and shoot-em-up, fight-em-dead boy toys, we still end up with mainstream toys (not all, mind you) that I'd just as soon burn and use to heat my home.
I suppose you could say that the toys, the clothes, even the make of my car, don't really matter that much to me. I mean, if I really cared about being a cliche', I'd try harder to stick my kids in cooler clothes, infest their toy boxes with educational games, and insist on a hybrid.
I guess when it comes down to it, those things just aren't a priority.
But what I do prioritize is their self-awareness, creativity, and imagination. I bask in our time together, whether it's an educational activity or couch pillow fights.
And what they lack in cool attire, they have in frank discussions about difficult topics, that I hope will clothe them well, in a different way, of course, when they're older.
I know there are parents, many of whom I admire, who have created a completely unordinary life for themselves and their kids. I secretly envy them in all their awesomeness.
It seems that all I can handle right now might be a little cliche. At least from the outside anyway.
But behind closed doors, well, I'm pretty sure there are only a few other kids that can find a few condoms laying around in plain sight and make some pretty damn awesome water balloons at the ripe young age of 5.
Cliche' my ass.