Here’s something strange…
Before I was a mom I felt pretty confident in my ability to be a mom.
Now that I am a mom I feel pretty confident that someone else should be raising my child because I am in no way qualified for this job.
Before Simeon came along, I was like some ignorant know-it-all (which is the worst kind of know-it-all, BTDubs), skipping around making proclamations about the way things would go when I became a mother. The fact that my ideas were based on nothing and had zero evidence to back them up, only made me more confident. For instance, I was sure all my kid’s clothes would come from Etsy (none of them do), and my kid would listen to Cat Stevens while reading children’s classics for fun (this has never happened). And, above all, my kid would take his medicine.
Because I would give it to him.
Because I’m responsible.
But, apparently, I’m not so much.
Working at a school, I’ve encountered more than one frazzled parent in the office toting long-overdue meds. Apparently, in the morning rush, giving their child important medications just wasn’t that high on their priority list. On the outside I was like “No biggie. We all make mistakes” but inside I was shaking my head at them like…
|I like to think my self-righteousness was as charming and beautiful as Sandra Bullock in The Blindside. It probably wasn’t.|
But now I’m a mom. And my son is periodically on medicine.
And I forget to give it to him.
Like, every few days it just doesn’t happen. I am the mom who forgets her kid’s medicine.
And I feel terrible about it.
|“I forgot the antibiotics for the third time this week! How will I ever face the other mothers?“|
I don’t do it on purpose, y’all. But medications are a change in our routine. I get caught up in all the other mom-activities and my brain can’t handle it. Before I had a baby I imagined that being a mother was some kind of organized snuggle fest– with long walks in the park and lots of ice-cream cones. I imagined it would look like those photo inserts that come with a brand new frame– easy going, black and white, and I would have blonde hair.
In reality, our daily life looks more like scrambling to reach the top of the Aggro Crag on Nickelodeon’s classic television show, Guts. Time is limited, it’s exhausting, and everyone ends up really sweaty.
Remembering everything is harder than I thought it would be. And apparently I don’t have it all together. I probably never did. Shock.
So this week I’m going to try and be responsible. I’m going to give Simeon his medicine. And if I forget, don’t get all judgy, you guys. Nobody’s perfect.
Alright, moms– fess up. Anything you do now that you swore you never would in your pre-baby days?