On any given day, I provide many specialty services.
- I’m a chef to those who aren’t supposed to touch the stove.
- I’m a chauffeur to those who can’t drive (nor reach the pedals).
- I provide laundry service to those who aren’t tall enough to reach the washing machine.
- I’m the finder of lost dinosaurs and princesses for those who can’t remember if they played aquarium upstairs or downstairs.
The VIP’s that I provide these services to are very near and dear to me. After all, they were the ones that forced me to eat crackers before getting out of bed, only to then crave sour cream and rice. They had me up all hours of the night with their incessant and untimely bout of hiccups, only to kick me when I tried to move and alleviate the problem. They forced me to contort my body into painful positions that I didn’t think were possible, only to take a breath, let out a cry and instantly turn me into putty. What a gift!
But I have a confession. I don’t always feel this way. Sometimes being a chef of made-to-order bowls of oatmeal is frustrating. Tightening and loosening the buckles of a car seat requires intense training and continuous patience. Washing load after load of shirts and bottoms that have more than one matching possibility, yet not being able to find a match so that the clothes can be put away, is tedious. Looking for dinosaurs and princesses in places they aren’t, but to instead find long-lost sippy cups still filled with milk that is now curdled and moldy makes washing the dishes that much more unpleasant.
Just a few weeks ago I took on another responsibility – surgeon.
… my “reward” put a ball of tissue in her nose – and it got stuck. My thought process started with “What were you thinking?!” although I’m pretty sure that’s not a proper question to ask a three year old. I tilted her head back and thought “Wow, that’s pretty far in there…” and mentally gave some credit to the girl for going above and beyond “getting the job done.”
Being the MacGyver mom that I am (not), I pulled out my tweezers, told her to hold very still and…
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