the job I’m not ready for
I have been Momma to two boys for exactly 6 years and 10 months. It is the most exhausting, amazing, excruciating, and rewarding job I’ve ever had. I get the worst of these kiddos, but I also get the best. The best hugs. The best kisses. The best I love yous.
Today part of my being Momma involved leaving work early to get my oldest son early from school. He was in the nurse’s office with a fever and cough (that I’d been “ignoring” for almost a week…mom of the year here) and it was time to get him to the doctor. While we were walking through the parking lot to the doctor’s office, I reached for his hand…like I always do…and he didn’t hold my hand back. I asked him “Hey do you want to hold my hand?” He said “No, Mom. I’m good.”
I’m not ready to be Mom.
I got Momma. Momma is the I love you unconditionally, you’re the only woman in my life, I want to hold your hand always job. It’s a good gig.
Mom is the you’re cool and all, but I don’t really want to be seen holding your hand in public, or “needing” you in general gig.
I know we teach our children to be independent. To be self-sufficient. To make decisions on their own. To know how to look both ways and walk in a parking lot full of cars and not get killed. I know that I’ll have to say goodbye to them eventually…that’s part of this parenting gig. But no one told me it happened at 6 years and 10 months.
Oh, and to add insult to injury…as if “mom” wasn’t enough. He said he didn’t need a sticker at the end of the doctor visit. Sheesh. This kid is killing me.
This one’s for real…I’m a MOM. And here’s hoping that mom can be just as awesome as momma.
And by the way, I got a Dora the Explorer sticker at the doctor…because I DO still need one.