Reflections of a Working Mom

It’s funny being a working house mom because I don’t fit into any category. I’m not a wife (apparently, I wasn’t very good at it). I am a mom, which means I usually can’t meet up after 3pm. I do keep a house, although the jury is still out on how well, but I also work, which means I usually can’t day drink… so… who are my people?

So much of life is the mundane, like…SO MUCH… that when I look back, I wonder what decisions and paths led me to the point where I say things like,

“Sophia, please don’t lick the dog.”

or

“Quit petting your brother.”

Obviously, those statements were years ago but they made an impression.

There was a moment, a while back – we were driving home to Texas from Florida. My daughter was recounting a scary experience she had with a recent medical procedure. In that moment, I was the only person in the room that she knew – there were doctors and nurses, beeping machines, needles and, unfortunately, hallucinations due to an adverse reaction to a medication. She went on to say that despite the fear and stress that threatened to overwhelm her, she tried to keep telling herself that she was safe, because I was right there and I was talking to her, telling her it was going to be ok.

And suddenly there’s a break from the mundane. Everything comes into focus.

Who are my people?

These little people right in front of me.

Everything else will have to wait it’s turn.