Motherhood at its Best
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Last week, I had a morning panic attack. You know the
kind. You get up, get dressed, get your kiddos fed and out the door for school,
and then suddenly remember something you were supposed to do. It is actually a
regular occurrence at our house, sad to say. This time, it was picture day at
school, and Colin had forgotten the picture form at home.
He was already at school.
As I said, a motherhood-panic-attack.
So I did what any mom would do. I called the school. But
I was sorry to discover that the pictures could not be ordered online, and so I
had to make a trip into the school in person. By eight o’clock, nonetheless.
There I stood, un-showered, in sweatpants, with no makeup on and un-brushed
hair, and a split second decision to make. Should I risk the humiliation of
showing up at my son’s school in my current condition or should I just let it go
and not purchase any school pictures. The latter choice would also involve
assuming that Colin was dressed in photo-appropriate attire.
Yep, you guessed it. I decided to risk humiliation.
I slapped on some flip flops, grabbed a jacket and headed
into the school.
When I arrived, there were no parking spots left, so I
pulled up and left my hazards on to run in and turn in the school picture form
in the office. And that is when I saw motherhood at its best.
There were two other moms, looking like they had just
rolled out of bed, messy hair, no makeup in sweatpants running in to take care
of their own last minute panic attacks. Suddenly, I felt much less humiliated
and much more comfortable.
Lesley and Corinne stood there with me outside of the
school as we all laughed at our predicament. (Note: I have changed the names to
protect the innocent moms.) Lesley had no idea it was picture day, and her son
needed a change of clothes. Corinne’s daughter had forgotten her outfit and
picture form at home. Ahhh, motherhood.
The best part wasn’t that others had the same panic attack;
the best part was that we all looked like we had just rolled out of bed. We all
had the same split second decision to make, and we all put the kids first at
the risk of public humiliation at our disheveled appearances.
Seeing
Lesley and Corinne made me feel better, I might even say normal. And that was a
neat blessing.
I have often talked about the ministry of mediocrity, and
truly believe that the best gift we, as women, give to each other is to let our
hair down and get real. And the truth is reality is not beautiful. Reality is,
well, mediocre. We all have dishes in our sink, laundry on our floors and UFOs
(unknown food objects) on our kitchen floors. We all show up at school on
picture day in sweatpants, without makeup in order to save the day.
Heroes, we are heroes.
Sometimes we forget, and we try to put our best face
forward. Other times, reality smacks us in the face, and we are stuck getting
real with each other.
I
think those are the best times.
So
I survived another motherhood-panic-attack, and ended up being reminded that
motherhood is chaotic and messy, and that we don’t need journey the clutter-ridden
path alone.
And
that, my friends, is motherhood at its best!
Posted by Trish Berg 8:09 PM
