“Can you please write a note to my teacher, so that I am not having to go outside and freeze today like yesterday?”
In that moment, I would have walked through the freezing tundra or the burning 7th layer of hell to make sure my girl was ok.
Because that is what a mother simply does.
Just hearing the anguish in my daughter’s voice and her pleas was enough to make me take action.
I can say without a doubt I am not the mom, who phones the school for every little thing and takes a lot for me to pull that trigger.
I also try my best to not be a helicopter parent by any means for the most part by letting my girls experience all they can at their own pace.
But still, I did just that once she got on the bus and departed for school as I felt a note wouldn’t suffice.
I needed to be heard, to be her voice, as well as advocate and also plain wanted to make sure that not just actual temperature degree number was all that was the determining factor for outdoor recess at our local school, but that wind chill and real feel temperature is indeed considered.
So, I phoned and thankfully all was well that ended well on this with that one simple phone call.
But I am getting a bit off track, as the thought I want to convey most to both my girls is I always wanted to be a mother even long before my kids were mere twinkles and stardust in my eyes.
So, of course, I would do whatever I had to in my power to keep them safe, happy and without worry if it is in my power.
See a long time ago, in a far off place, I was a little girl just as both of mine are with my own hopes, dreams, needs and wants.
I was also the little girl, who played with all sorts of dolls, especially baby dolls which found me daydreaming often enough of what my own real life baby would be like someday.
I was very loving and gentle with my baby dolls as any good, little, girl, pretend mother should be.
Oh who am I fooling as that is the furthest from the truth back almost 36 years ago.
See my parents always tell the story from my second Christmas, I was gifted a baby doll and carriage from my grandparents.
My family all thought it was so cute how I seemed enthralled with my newest gift. That was right up until, I wheeled said carriage with baby doll seated intact into the wall.
I am pretty sure, they thought it was just accident the first time.
But then, I did it again and then again and still again!
You get the idea as I just kept ramming this carriage with the doll seated in it into the wall over and over.
No matter what I was told, I just kept doing it.
One day after, on December 26th, that little doll carriage sat on the curb in front of our then home to be picked up by the NYC sanitation crew. Still there is photographic evidence that this carriage existed, believe it or not as witnessed from the above photo and one more for good measure below, too.
But, you guessed it.
My little girl toddler self destroyed that doll carriage in less than 24 hours!
Not sure what happened to that baby doll though, but I totally demolished her doll carriage with very little effort.
All I can say that this little girl (me, of course) did eventually grow up and the motherly instinct did come with it–thankfully for my girls otherwise they may not have survived their own carriage days!
But still they most certainly did and seriously like I said earlier, I would most certainly do everything I could to keep them from harm’s way now unlike that little girl back in the day as their mother now–always.
I also pretty certain my girls do indeed know this as just this past weekend, my older daughter actually told me at bedtime happily, “You are the very best mom I could have ever asked for,” and then proceeded to give me the biggest and tightest hug.
In that moment, I felt as warm and loved as I ever have. Trust me though that not all moments here are that grand or momentous, but for all the insane, crazy and even mundane instances here makes being a mom it all worth it when all is said and done.
*This story was retold for the Who I Am Project with Dana of Kiss My List and Bev of Linkouture, where I retold one of my favorite tales that I have heard over and over from my family from when I was a kid.