Becoming a mom
Yesterday morning I was sitting on the couch eating bon bons, drinking a cocktail and watching T.V. the usual stay-at-home mom stuff.... I wish.....actually I was cleaning the kitchen when the phone rang. I ran to pick it up, we have one phone jack in this house and it is in a little room at the back of our house. It was Jasmine and when I said "Hello?" I heard "Mom?" and could tell if I didn't answer quickly she would start crying.
"Are you okay?" I said.
"Can you come get me Mom, I don't feel well."
"Yes I'll be right there." I hung up the phone and searched for my keys.
My kids never really call home so when they do I know that they are bad off. So yes I drove a little faster than normal, the school is only five blocks away so it must of seemed dramatic to my neighbors, who I kid you not are always spying on me. When I arrived at the school I had to speak to five different adults about getting Jasmine, my Italian started out great with the first adult but by the fifth one I was reduced to "Me here daughter bad" Then I saw Jazz at the end of the hallway and she looked so small and she was trying not to look at me and when she got closer and I said "Are you okay?" and she started crying, something that happened to me when I needed my parents and they would show up for me, a response that can still be triggered in me when I need them and they are there. I was the Mom now and I had to hug and console her and bring her home and tuck her in bed and even give her some ginger-ale like my dad used to give me. I was the mom who closed her door quietly, and walked back to the kitchen happy, knowing that she was okay.

























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