1. We work in harsh conditions, with very little sleep, unclear direction and constant danger. Despite these challenges we keep those enlisted to our care safe, fed and make sure they bring their violin to school on Wednesdays.
2. As Moms there is no rest for the weary. Saturday morning I dropped a 60 pound printer on my left foot and without pausing at all – closed and locked the front door, hobbled to the car and drove off to basketball practice. It was 5 minutes into the ride when my breath and voice returned.
3. Once I had an acute case of the swine flu and instead of going to the hospital, enlisted the help of good friends to transport my kids to and from school with post school playdates. In the morning, I would drag myself out of bed, tell them how lucky they were – “you get to buy lunch again!” Send them off, collapse into bed, wake upon their return, tell them how lucky they were “we get to do a pizza movie night again!” I don’t think they even noticed I was sick. They were so happy about the cafeteria lunches, playdates and pizzas.
4. We have babies. Enough said.
5. We potty train, survive the terrible two’s, can nurse a family back to health like Florence Nightingale, manage conflicting schedules, sibling rivalry and all in a day’s work.
6. Once at the tender age of three my youngest started running towards the street as I watched a car turn the corner and head directly towards her, not seeing her at all. I screamed her name and sprinted towards the car preparing to throw myself in front of it to cushion her blow. Thankfully, the driver heard me and slammed on the breaks. Being a Mom is also like being in the Secret Service.
7. There are no accolades, no parades, no award ceremonies. We serve to serve, expecting nothing in return except the complete awesomeness of being a Mom.
Has anyone done this…. Moms are a germ barrier – your baby’s paci falls on the sidewalk or street (gross but true) – you don’t have access to a sink or hand wipes or other sanitizer. So you suck on it to remove the germs and hand the pacifier to crying baby. I did this once on Greenwich Avenue, it’s a hazy memory – double stroller, crying baby, desperation…
Okay Moms, what are your favorite war stories?