You know the saying, “I’m not a regular mom; I’m a cool mom.” Well…I’ve got a new twist on that one. 

Last fall, in my dream garden, I grew a climbing bean for its beautiful pink flowers. I believed that it was an ornamental plant.

But when my sister visited, she was absolutely convinced of the opposite. And she couldn’t handle those beautiful bean pods going to waste. So, she convinced me to pick them one fine morning.

The Cool Mom and Me

Jelly Bean went to speech therapy with a little boy her age, so every time I dropped her off, I’d run into the boy’s mom. She is adorable, tiny, has gorgeous hair. To put it plainly, she’s a cool mom.

I really want you to understand how I looked this particular morning. I was wearing an oversized T-shirt. It’s my favorite Northeast Philly shirt. (I threw in the link, because you’re probably all going to want one of these iconic shirts once you finish this story…haha)

I bought it because one of the PASTORS (a man) had one at my parent’s church in Philadelphia, and I loved it. So, yes, it’s a men’s shirt. 

My hair was up in my iconic messy bun – emphasis on messy. I had grime under my nails. My legs were smeared with dirt. 

The Infamous Green Bean

The interesting thing about this particular ornamental bean pod (we researched and discovered that while edible, they’re not palatable) is that it’s hairy, and the hairs act like velcro, especially when pressed against soft T-shirts.

So, after I came home from dropping Jelly Bean off at speech, my sister said, “Oh my word!” And she was thrown into a fit of laughter. Hoping to save my dignity, she asked, “Did you pick more beans since you’ve been home?” No, I had not. 

I looked down, and there was a giant green bean adhered to my shirt.

It had not recently stuck on. No, it had been tagging along with me all morning.

It Gets Just a Little Bit Better

When I picked Jelly up from speech, I ran into the cool mom again. At this point, my green bean was removed. But considering the storytelling gold of wearing a bean out in public, I wanted to know what she was wearing so I could paint a full picture when sharing with posterity.

I am not kidding you. On her sweatshirt were the words, “Cool Mom.” It couldn’t have been more fitting!

So, it’s time to reveal, I’m not a cool mom; I’m a green bean mom.