I lay in bed and soaked in the wonder of it all. I’m the mother of two small children. It’s 10 a.m. And yet, I’m still in bed and it’s quiet. How does that happen?
I lay in bed and soaked in the wonder of it all.
I’m the mother of two small children. It’s 10 a.m. And yet, I’m still in bed and it’s quiet.
How does that happen? Two words: Grandma and Grandpa.
Thanks to a recent overnight trip, I was able to take a rare Mommy vacation. It was filled with the sorts of things that you take for granted before having children:
I made it through an entire meal without talking about table manners, intercepting flying sippy cups or cutting anyone’s food other than my own.
I went to bed when I felt like it, and woke up to silence.
I had entire conversations without losing my train of thought.
At no time did I put off going to the bathroom just because I didn’t have the chance to get away.
Basking in my own personal luxury, I commented to my husband that I must be crazy: I gave up a full-time job with three weeks’ paid vacation for a 24-hour job with one day of unpaid vacation.
What kind of compensation package is that?
“You must really love your job,” hubby joked back.
You know what? I do.
As any mother worth her salt will tell you, there are days when it’s all she can do not to walk out the door yelling, “I QUIT!” And certainly, it’s not exactly fun to work the “on-call” shift for anything from midnight feedings to 3 a.m. vomiting.
But mommies are quite possibly the best people on earth at long-range planning. We see past the tantrums, beyond the diaper blowouts and further than pea-throwing stage.
We see more than just our children for who they are. We see them for who they can be.
And that’s how we can justify working without vacation time and bonuses. Mommies get paid in hugs and kisses, and that little voice that sing-songs, “I wub you, Mommy!”
For me, it’s like payday every time my 2-year-old tries out a new word. I thought I won the lottery
when he asked me to get a “ba-tee-tee” (battery) from the “chicken” (kitchen).
Mommies know that their responsibilities will ebb and flow over the years, but their job title will stay the same. Their daily tasks might go from washing bottles to scraping Play-Doh out of the carpet to signing permission slips. But the job of moms — the ultimate responsibility — is turning those helpless babies into responsible, independent adults.
It’s no easy task, so it’s clear why mommies don’t get vacation time or sick days. Unlike most workers, we are truly irreplaceable.
But, even though payday comes and goes without a mention, the upside is this: We get to sneak in plenty of hugs along the way.
Even while standing in the “chicken.”
Elizabeth Davies writes for the Rockford Register Star in Rockford, Ill.