Who am I? This is a statement that I contemplate often and I’m never a hundred percent of the answer. Some days I’m one thing one person and other days I’m something completely different to somebody else. The line is never clearly drawn and who I am is never clearly defined.
I’m a taxi driver. I’m responsible for making pick ups and drop offs daily. I am the one that gets my children to school on time, to play date, after school events and friend’s birthday party.
I am a chef. I am the creator of nutritional meal. I’m the teacher a proper eating habits and table manner. I am the cook. I am the server. I am the dishwasher. I am the one who convinces you that Brussels sprouts do not taste like you feet and that candy will rot your teeth.
I am the doctor. I am a nurse. I am the kisser of all boo boo. I’m the wiper of tears.I am the hug waiting for your at the end of a sad day. I’m the one who cleans up puke, changes beds in the middle of the night and cuddles with you until your fever breaks.
I am the maid. I’m the one who asks you to hang up your clothes and put away your shoes. I am the one who washes your clothes and makes sure that your favorite shirt is in your drawer when you need it. I am the one who constantly steps on squinkies and the one who always returns the little people to their bin. I am the one who mops up spilled drinks and vacuums up cookie crumbs. I am the scrubber of finger prints on the window and toothpaste in the sink.
At the end of the day, I quietly creep into your sleeping room. As I bend over and kiss your cheek, the corner of your mouth turns into a slight smile. It is at that instant that I know who I am.
I am MOM.