Saturday, January 4, 2014

You know you're a mom when

You know you're a mom when your daughter spits up and you instinctively and instantly reach out a cupped hand to catch it because washing your hand is easier than washing sheets.  Not that you wash your hand, you know you're a mom when a baby wipe is sufficient for you to feel like your hand is clean again.  You know you're a mom when you are excited to get more than two showers in a week.  You know you're a mom when the five minutes of sit down time in the bathroom is your only shot at five minutes of peace.  You know you're a mom when your five minutes of peace is interrupted by world war three erupting in your living room.  You know you're a mom when it is perfectly acceptable to open the bathroom door and 'parent' from your royal throne.  You know you're a mom when you no longer have personal space and spend the day as a living jungle gym to one or more little people.  You know you're a mom when none of this phases you and you wouldn't change a thing.

When I was a teenager and my brother was choking and gagging on a chip at Taco Bell, my reaction was to move to another table.  My mom, on the other hand, was there slapping his back and clearing his throat.  I thought it was because she was trained as a nurse.  I realize now it was because she is his  mom.  Sorry Beau, I love you, I hope I would give you a slap on the back rather than move to another table if you were choking or gagging today.

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