A mother is someone that 'handles it' or 'takes care of it' or even supplies the endless answers to WHY??? A mother is calm and gentle. Even tempered and organized. She laughs at everything and makes cookies and shit. She's organized and 'TOGETHER', never flustered by the endless repetition of daily doings.
I'm not a mother. I am learning, but I don't think you EARN the right until you are about 60. I'm a wreck, proven so by the onslaught of SUMMER TIME. And the 'livin' ain't EASY!' I can't find my brain, exhausted by scheduling and apologizing to my clients for my motherly conflicts. Arranging my day around a vibrant.....PERSON.....is not easy.
This is my first attempt at being a Summertime mom. I have negotiated camps, swim lessons, vacation bible school and family camping trips. I have been late, upset, overwhelmed, crazed and confused by this BEING that requires some level of engagement in any given day. I am NOT a mother. I want to scream. Loudly. Even though my voice will not be heard.
We missed the pre-registration for Kindergarten. OK. Now, I scramble for an electric bill, a shots record (that I'm not certain we are current on), dental appointments, school clothes purchases, eye exams, spinal taps (kidding), OH MY! REALLY??? What is the HUSTLE all ABOUT? I seriously can't get a grip!
Now, I sit paranoid that "Dora the Explorer" wasn't enough Spanish for the Summer and I will have sabotaged all that he learned in five years at IVY KIDS for a Summer of crazed MOMMYDOM! I didn't sign up for this. I signed up for peace and harmony, love and light. Not chaos and craziness that ensues because the PTA has a HIT OUT on you for providing too many PB&J sandwiches.
Becoming a mother HURTS and not the way that you think. It HURTS to give up everything you know for "THE SYSTEM". It sucks to fork over your SHOE / BOOZE allowance for a new pair of jeans you KNOW won't last the trip home. It's painful to sacrifice your body, mind and SOUL to this creature that plays tug-of-war with your heart. This is worse than a bad boyfriend. Becoming a mother and living that life, day after day, rocking away.....really....hurts.
Having a son is double the trouble. The little five year old 'girlfriends' that accost my car as I arrive for drop off. The McDonald's fascination and cravings that can't be squelched. The thirst for more WATER, POOLS and SWIMMING. Man. I'm done. I can't keep up. And my clients are starting to WONDER why my makeup regiment went from 'smokey eyes' to a swipe of mascara. My wardrobe from super polished to dusting off the NUT BARS. Seriously....I have GOT to get this under control.