“I am not a napkin,” my sister said to her daughter as we were sitting in a pizza place after a nice morning of swimming and that made me laugh. Yes, her 3 year old was using her shirt to clean the sauce off her hands.
It made me think. We’re not only mothers. We’re not only human. Us moms can out stock a Wal-Mart.
My personal animal vegetable mineral short list and Penelope can back me up:
I am a
cheerleader, (yay penelope that IS an elbow)
dresser, (yellow sock goes with yellow sock)
role model, (ugh)
thermometer (who out there hasn't done the hand on the forehead?)
changing table (i actually changed her while sitting on an airplane while in my seat as i was near the window and the 2 people next to me were sleeping),
drink dispenser, (juice, juice, juice, milk, sel-wa, juice)
towel, (my shirt is a napkin too and so are my pants)
MP3 player (Little Mermaid tune, anyone?),
white noise machine,
librarian, (Go Dog Go and Penelope says Good Night are our current favorites)
negotiator, (5 more minutes...then it's bed time...(five minutes later) 5 minutes more...THEN it's bed time)
beat box (does this word date me?)
And I’m a daddy too as I suspect all mothers are. I don’t think that only goes for single moms like me.
Whew. No wonder I'm tired as 8pm rolls around.