So Week 2, also no calls. Week 3, one call regarding a man with diabetes whose insulin pump wasn’t working. The team took off in a blaze of glory, and I was left at the station by myself. With no explicit instructions, I decided to use the time to work on my Mother’s Day present to my mom – a book with fill-in-the-blanks on each page for different things you love about your mom.
I didn’t speed through it, and I didn’t labor over it either. In truth, some parts were harder than others, underlining the complex relationship a girl has with her mother. When i got stumped, i tried to imagine what i would love for my daughter to say about me, and then adapt it to my mom. So…some of it was wishful thinking. But so is our relationship.
I’d give you some examples but i already gave the book to my mom and she loved it. Mother’s Day accomplished!
My husband and dad took the kids and me out to lunch on Mother’s Day and it was great. i love seeing my kids with my dad – i hold no bitterness at all that he’s a better grandfather than he was a father, and i hope he doesn’t mind my saying that. Because he’s a really great grandpa (although i think my kids kind of think of him as the Staten Island Santa Claus – he always brings them a huge sack of toys).
The rest of the day, i napped on the couch. And was allowed to do so by my gracious husband who kept the kids entertained, even allowing them to mess up the kitchen in sacrifice. i do feel a little strange about the fact that i was happiest about Mother’s Day when i could take a break from being a mother. But, when you think about it, aren’t the “best” jobs the ones that give you the most perks for when you’re not working? Benefits for when you’re sick and can’t work, vacation time for when you want to take a break from working, pensions for when you’ve done all you’re going to do for the company and would like to stop working. It’s too bad you can’t skip all the working and cut straight to the benefits. But motherhood is the same – like all other jobs, you can’t skip the middle man – you have to do the job of raising the kids before you can enjoy the downtime of being a grandparent. Unless you’re my dad. He managed to cut out the middle man… now i know where i got my brains.
Sorry, Mom, that was one of the truth-stretching pages in your book…