There are sometimes in our lives as moms when we stop to take it all in. Just for a second. Any longer than that would certainly cause nothing short of a natural disaster.
Today I experienced this 3 seconds of what I thought was bliss until I realized that I was being watched. Not in a hot mom kinda way, not by a good looking man, no but by other mothers, career moms and their children. Let me paint the picture that they are watching. Here is me, in my standard house wife uniform which today is a T-shirt and shorts. I did not get to dry my hair so it is in two braids behind my ears. Anyway, I roll up in the mom mobile and I proceed to pull my children out of the car. My son is singing, emphasizing every loud part or this tune that only he knows and my daughter is saying "Clean up, have to wash your hair". I am not certain where this saying is coming from but we have to get the boy in the classroom before first bell.
I have both children in hand and I also have about 4 bags on my person. Hanging off of me like clothes that are 5 sizes too big. Picture if you will, my 2 kids singing, me in the middle, a back pack hanging off my left shoulder, my purse hanging off the right shoulder, and lunchbox gripped by 3 fingers between me and my son and a bag of diapers and wipes, which I am barely holding on to with my poor pinkie. I must look like some kind of juggler recently fired by the circus. I now realize that these other women, who are only juggling their Latte must be thinking "that poor woman, she just doesn't have it together". Oh Contraire! This is well put together, I may be sweating and my hair may be frizzed out but my kid is gonna have a good day today! But all I do is take a big vacation right?
It is an especially splendid day when I have only one bag. I feel like I am forgetting something. Although my purse is the size of a small suitcase, it is still pleasant to me when only its 15 pounds is all I have to carry.
My car is a mobile home on a much smaller scale. I have all the supplies needed to survive a puke attack, a nasty handle on a Walmart cart and a "mom I spilled milk in my car seat". Yes, being a mom is much like being MacGyver. Because at any given time you may have to build a city out of a bar of soap and a pocket knife.
And this job I gladly do, and willingly do for no monetary value what-so-ever. I am underpaid and severely over worked. I don't know the meaning of 15 minute break. All I know is that it is my sole responsibility to grow respectful human beings. I am the holder of the future and I wouldn't trade a minute of it!
