Saturday, March 27, 2010

Motherhood: Enter at your own risk!

Although birthing two children and taking care of them on a daily basis is enough proof that I am, in fact a mother, sometimes you have those experiences that make you really stop and realize. I had two of them this week.

I took my 2 1/2 year old to the ER and ended up spending a week sifting through her stool. Sifting may not be the right word here. More like smashing I guess. You know when you are trying to get those lumps out of the brownie batter so you smash it up against the side of the bowl? Yeah, this experience was similar except that the aroma wasn't quite as sweet and the lumps weren't made of flour. Oh yeah, and I was looking for a dime.....that she had swallowed. TMI? Yeah I thought so but sometimes the truth is poopy.

The other thing that made me really remember that I am a mother? Well when I took her to the ER, I was driving this:

Some of you may know it as the "Swaggerwagon." To me it's a minivan, the kind of car I swore as a teenager that I would never drive. But I'm eating my words. And you know what? They taste great! This thing is awesome. I'll totally trade any cool points I may have earned from sporting some cool SUV for all the convenience that comes with this baby. I realize that this confession makes me an even bigger dork than what I would have been just driving the above but deep down there's a dork in all of us and I've just decided to let mine shine. And it's shining a beautiful red, with seating for 8, and a DVD player, and this really cool cupholder/table thing that moves out of the way when you need to buckle your todderl, and and and...okay I'll stop now. But just for the record, I'm a mom.