This morning I was running late. “Late” has been the norm since we hit the final stretch of pre-conference ramp up.
“OK kids grab your backpacks and get yourself buckled into the car!” I sing-songed the way I imagined “good moms” do every day – pretending I wasn’t stressed at the thought I’d be pulling into school on two wheels once again.
I hopped to the garage door pulling a sneaker on with one hand and balancing my water, computer and conference postcards in the other, sunglasses gripped between my teeth, wondering if I could open the door with my nose to shave a few seconds off my exit.
As I opened the door the whiff of fresh spring air greeted me and I knew that could mean only one thing…. My kids headed out the garage door instead of getting into the van.
I wanted to bark at both of them to get in the G*D* car but since they are only 5 & 7 I try to limit the cursing I do in front of them. They can find out how salty their mother is later on. Besides I had made a pledge that morning to be “the mother I want to be” – and 8:30 am seemed like too early an hour to break that pledge.
I don’t find I can be “the mom I’d like to be” on a daily basis but I try to do it on a consistent enough basis that my children have some fond memories of their childhood to share with the therapist.
(Definition of “the mom I’d like to be”: the mom who doesn’t yell, has endless patience and sees her children 100% of the time as the gifts they are.)
“Little M” I said smiling through gritted teeth. “Why didn’t you get in the car like I asked?”
“Oh mom! Look at the sky – it is such a beautiful color of blue!” he exclaimed with the wonder I often worry is disappearing with each moment he spends on his DS.
And that is when I remembered why I run my own business – because I can stop and look at the sky with my little boy whenever I like. I don’t have a boss and my deadlines are self-imposed…
And when my daughter tells me that she would really like me to be the secret reader in her class a second time this month I can say yes.
And, even though my stomach sometimes flips at the bigness of the Mom Gets A Life mission, having my own business lets me be the “kind of mother I want to be” even on the days I don’t believe I’m succeeding.
I may not always do it perfectly but today I stopped and watched the sky with my seven-year old son. So no matter what else happens today I am the mom I want to be.
How about you? What helps you be the kind of mother you want to be?
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