So, sometimes I feel that my role as mother is not as important as it used to be. Most of my kids are grown and out of the house; my youngest is in high school. I remember how hard it was for me when my kids were little - feeling like I was always on call, 24 hours a day, not a minute to myself. I remember thinking that I would never have my life back, I would always be at the beck and call of children. Well, years have passed and now I think that I'm not needed as much anymore. I have reveled in my ability to think of myself sometimes, instead of always thinking of what was best for my children. I have enjoyed going back to work and back to school, being able to pursue my own interests, at least part of the time. Boys in particular don't seem to need their mom as much once they get older. They grow up, graduate from high school, go off to college, and start a new life - at least that's what my boy did. Until I was needed, anyway.
Knee blown out, doctor visits, surgery scheduled, sister there to help . . . I'm three states away now, so things were getting taken care of without me. A week later - text says "I'm not doing so well" - phone call - "Pain... not sleeping at night... a week behind at school... missed tests and labs... crutches for six weeks... can't get to school-work-doctor...can't concentrate... sister busy with her own work and life." Hang up and check prices of airline flights - "Wow, that's actually reasonable!" - buy a ticket for the next day to stay for a week - make arrangements with work and school - pack.
I never would have thought, way back when, that I would be so excited that I'm still needed!
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