When people ask me what I “do”. I always say, I am a Mom. What do you do?
They politely giggle and say, no what do you really “do”.
That is what I really do.
To be honest, my days are no longer filled with BASKETS of laundry. I don’t step on Match box cars or Legos. I don’t have to answer the daily question “is there anything to eat”? I no longer have to read one more book aloud about dinosaurs, motorcycles, rocks or bugs. I have not had to go ask someone to pick up a wet towel off the bathroom floor in years. I have not spent one moment of a lovely dinner gently correcting someone’s table manners. I have not spent one minute teaching fractions, geometry or algebra to a young person living in our home. Nor have I had to correct punctuation on a paragraph about robots. I have not spent one hour of my time lately looking for ___________________. (a backpack, shoe, whistle, purple & white marble, lucky baseball hat, etc) I have not been back to the hardware store to have house key number 8 made. Gosh, there are a lot of our house keys out there somewhere. I am no longer on a first name basis with the eyeglass repairman. You will not find me, every Wednesday in the orthodontist waiting room for 10 minutes while someone’s retainer is adjusted.
So nice of you to ask.
I order surprises for Grands. I buy & write books for Grands. I send postcards to Grands. I make birthday gifts ahead of time for Grands. I talk on Skype with the Grands. I plan stuff for Grands. I look at pictures of Grands. I frame pictures of Grands. I buy funny straws for Grands.
Why just yesterday, I spent most of the day making hair bows for Grands. Yes, yes, that is a hair bow with corn on the cob. Geesh. One grandgirlie loves corn on the cob. Of course I would make a hair bow just for her.
I am excellent at my grand new job.
Have I mentioned lately, what a lucky girl I am?