Same job, different uniform.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

I am a Mom. Far Out.

Last week I was in the card aisle at our local grocer's. As I stood there, scanning the racks for Mother's Day cards, pushing the cart back and forth in an effort to keep my little boy asleep, I had one of those incredibly silly moments.

I am a mother.

No longer just a daughter, just a granddaughter, just a daughter in law, this day was for me now, too. I was shopping for a card, but sharing in the experience, wishing for others what I hadn't thought about wishing for myself.

I, a mother? Thirty-two years of giving handmade cards, "coupons" for back rubs, flowers, and chocolate and suddenly I was thrust behind the sacred veil myself.

Oh, God, make me worthy of the name.


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8 Comments:

Blogger Lois E. Lane said...




I trust your super-smart 3 month old made you a coupon book of his own? "This certificate entitles you to sit back and watch Daddy change a poopy diaper." Man that kid is a show-off :)

Monday, May 11, 2009

 
Blogger girlfriday said...




Dude, you aren't kidding. He's a regular pooper now.

BTW, I notice that he poops more when he gets a bottle of formula (three times per week). Have you noticed this?

This is the most interesting thread ever!

Monday, May 11, 2009

 
Blogger "Molly McGee" said...




It's nice to know that my sisters are talking about baby bodily functions more than I am now. I gladly give up that honor

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

 
Blogger elphaba said...




I know, Molly now it's all "art director" this and "story board" that. Blah, blah. At least everyone speaks the language of poop.

Welcome to the club, GF. I'll show you the lounge.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

 
Blogger girlfriday said...




Thanks elphaba. What are they serving?

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

 
Blogger elphaba said...




Cocktails and guilt, of course.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

 
Blogger Everyday Anne said...




I created more coupon books than I can remember. I don't think my parents, or even my siblings capitalized on them like they should have.

Friday, May 15, 2009

 
Blogger girlfriday said...




I know!!

My husband gave me coupons for my birthday. Things like foot rubs and back rubs. Believe me when I tell you that I redeem them. (And I horde a few for those really desperate days, too.)

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

 

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