Thursday, May 03, 2007
Happy Mothers Day to Me
Okay, so I'm the first to complain about lack of time to myself. About housework. About not making my own money... YET.
But then I have a moment where I see my little Pipsqueak not only wanting to help with the dishes (which usually means making a bigger mess than when she started) but actually putting them away correctly. Unlike her mother, she knows to seperate small forks from big forks. She seperates spoons from knives. She even recognized that one needed to go back in the washer (see photo.)
How did someone that used to be in me become such an individual person? How is she so sure of who she is? And how exactly can she muster such enthusiasm for the mundane chores of life?
Yes, mothers teach their kids. But what I'm realizing now is how much our kids teach us.
Pipsqueak, if you're reading this thirty years from now, I pray you are as much of a sweet, intelligent, ball busting diva as you are right now. (Then again, with me as your mother, you don't have much choice. And if you think a handwritten note is enough sentiment for Mothers' Day, think again. I'm a size 12 and like gift cards.)