Momfession: Most Valuable Parent

As most of you know, this weekend is mother’s day which has me thinking about exactly what it means to be a mother. It’s one of those jobs, much like being president or a rodeo clown, that you can’t truly comprehend until you’re in the midst of it. And while I was right about some aspects of motherhood, some parts I couldn’t even have dreamed up before I was living them. The most prominent lately… I never imagined I wouldn’t be my kids favorite.

Mommy & Sawyer

It’s sort of a hard, sad fact to type out, but it’s the truth. My boys love me completely, but I inevitably play a low, second fiddle to their dad. I’m guessing this is a boy thing (I have no other frame of reference) but I didn’t think it was possible for children to worship someone with such a zealot infused passion as they do my husband. Believe me, I get it. Dave helps them build forts and initiates bug hunts that require full camouflage. Just yesterday he spent 2 whole hours helping them catch a lizard they promptly named “Albert”. Once they caught the lizard they built him a house and tried to feed him small bugs before letting him go in a “Lizard Release Ceremony” that involved lighting small torches… I am not making this up! I guess that’s the problem too, I couldn’t even make this up. I want to bake cookies, or paint pictures, or read them stories and also, I think lizards are disgusting! I don’t think like a boy and so it doesn’t occur to me that none of mommy’s favorite activities are that enticing when placed alongside daddy who is, let’s be honest, just a really tall 10 year old.

Mommy is the one who makes them brush their teeth and take their vitamins. Mommy is the one who shuts the TV off, or refuses to let them mess with the Ipad when they should be outside playing. Mommy is the one abhors candy or sugar of any kind after 3pm. Mommy is the one who makes them do chores on Saturdays and insists on the “yes ma’ams” and “no sirs”. I’m the disciplinarian, the custodian and the nutritionist and none of those things rank anywhere near the awesomeness that is daddy.

I Love This Picture… it’s the Moment I Became a Mommy

Don’t get me wrong, I am so thankful that I’m married to such a great father. I just sort of imagined the blind adoration might swing both ways. I mean, I did carry both of these children in my body for 80 weeks total and got them into the world through a combined 74 hours of labor. But I’m not bitter or anything.

With My Babies

For what it’s worth, a couple of weeks ago Dave woke me up at 2 or 3 in the morning. Unbeknownst to me, Jackson had woken up daddy because he had a bloody nose and Dave wasn’t able to make the bloody nose stop. He yelled down to me desperate for help and I could hear the utter panic in his voice. I slowly waddled my pregnant belly up the stairs and straight into the boys bathroom which now resembled a triage unit. Blood was everywhere. Jackson was bent crying over the toilet letting this blood fall into bowl because Dave couldn’t think of what else to do. “I can’t make it stop, he’s lost so much blood!!” he whined and I could tell he was on the verge of asking if we should call 911 or rush Jackson to the ER. I calmly got some tissue and asked Jackson to blow his nose really hard (which most mommys know will help close up the capillaries). Next I got a cold wash cloth and had Jackson hold it on the bridge of his nose… within a minute, all bleeding had ceased. I cleaned up the bloody bathroom and then headed back down to sleep. As I walked back to my bedroom it occurred to me, that’s why I’m here. I don’t play the coolest games or secretly slip the boys Sprite and so I’m never going to win out the parent popularity contest. But if it wasn’t for me no one would know how to stop a bloody nose or where we store Neosporin. No one would ever make dentist appointments or remember the cupcakes for the class party and dinner would come from a drive through five nights a week (the other two nights would be cereal). I realized that while I’m not most popular, but I might just be MVP. And so I’m hoping that even though they don’t appreciate it now, someday these boys, who I’m working so hard to turn into good men will look back and appreciate their mom and realize that even though I didn’t like lizards, I was pretty awesome too.

2 Responses to “Momfession: Most Valuable Parent”

  1. Jacqui

    Your momfession blogs are my favorites that you do! I just relate to so many of them! I think dads are just “cooler” then us moms as they aren’t around during the week as much and have great energy for these creative games on the weekends. Mia ADORES her daddy and he roughhouses and does stuff with her that I would never think to do. But when push comes to shove it’s mommy she wants when she doesn’t feel well or is scared. I now have a boy too and I totally get it about moms and their boys. He just loves and looks at me with pure adoration. He is only 7 months, and I can already see that he’s a momma’s boy! I can’t wait to hear about your life with three!

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  2. Kim Smith

    Rachel, this is such an amazing post! I can totally relate to you! Hope you’re felling good and Happy Mother’s Day!

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