While I didn’t go to college to get my M.R.S. degree, I always definitely knew that I wanted to be a mom. In my young and stupid days, parroting the worldview of Hollywood stars, I used to tell my friends that if I hadn’t married by the time I was 30, I would adopt as a single mother. I just knew by then I’d be ready to be a mom. Fortunately, I met my Prince Charming before age 30. He knew ahead of time that motherhood was a high calling in my life, and wanted to marry me anyway.
I have never taken the role lightly. Sure, there are (many) days that I grumble about being mom. I hide in the bathroom sometimes when I’m on the phone so my children can’t interrupt me. I’ve recoiled at having to read “Goodnight Moon” yet again. I wither under teenage stares and disgusted sighs. And yet, I love being “Just a Mom.” It’s who I am, and who I was meant to be.
These are some of my stories.