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The Joys of Motherhood

PermalinkPermalink 02/17/09 02:02:25 pm


Adventures of the Pride

In the wee hours of Thursday morning, I was SuperMom, able to correctly diagnose a child's complaint of "My neck hurts" as being nausea rather than meningitis (mostly due to the horrible urpy sound said child was making), and get her spun around in time so she could make her call on the big white telephone, instead of calling collect on the bathroom floor.

Today, someone has obviously planted some kryptonite somewhere, because I spent a good share of my morning calling dinosaurs in between trying to get small children ready for school and daycare. I'm starting to feel a little bit better as the day goes by (i.e. I can drink water without fear, now), but I'm still not straying far from a bathroom.

I don't like being sick, no matter what form it takes. However, it's a side effect of motherhood that I've come to accept, if not embrace. Chances are, that if some little person in my household brings home something viral, I'll be on the receiving end before too long. Luckily, the children have been exposed to enough stuff now through daycare and the school system, that these incidents have become fewer and further between.

Still doesn't make it any fun.

I'm not as tough as my Mom. I'm sure she was probably ill from time to time when I was a child, but I don't really remember that. She really is SuperMom. Of course, she also worked nights when I was a child, so my Dad mostly got us ready for school in the mornings, so maybe I didn't get the opportunity to see her shuffling around feeling miserable first thing in the morning.

You know, I really think she must have been SuperMom, especially when my brother and I were small. Because she worked nights, and was there for us during the day, making lunch, making sure we didn't kill each other. I know from time to time, she would rest her eyes on the couch while we played inside, but it wasn't until we were older that remember her actually sleeping at all during the day, and that was after we were old enough to tag around after Dad or Grandpa most of the time.

Well, needless to say...I'm not SuperMom. At least not until this kryptonite goes away! Then I'll be back to my appointed rounds.

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Comment from: Custancia [Visitor] Email
Hope you feel much better soon!
And I'm quite certain that if you read your kids' blogs in 30 years time, they'll be remembering you as SuperMom too! (assuming techology doesn't change too much!
PermalinkPermalink 02/18/09 @ 14:06
Comment from: pmom [Member] Email
LOL! I hope so...but I'm not going to hold my breath....mostly because holding my breath for 30 years might kind of make it hard to live.
PermalinkPermalink 02/21/09 @ 22:24

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