Over the Christmas break, my family spent a few days in Gatlinburg, TN. We walked the strip, ate at The Apple Barn (yes, we bought some Apple Butter), got car sick driving the windy roads of the Smokies, and bought souvenirs for the kids.
Our trip was extra fun because my husband’s sister met us up there with her family. We love Tanya and Brian, but we rarely get to spend extended time with them. So having several days together was terrific. All of the kids goofed off and laughed, we swapped Christmas presents, and spent way too much time in Fannie Farkles Arcade (hey, it’s the South. Don’t judge our stupid names.)
As we were leaving a restaurant one afternoon, I shoved my hands in my coat pockets to find my gloves (yep, the Smokies were covered in snow and we were cold!), but I had to carefully sift through all the other stuff I had crammed in there first. I literally had to stop walking so I could carefully pull out my gloves without spilling all the other things I was carrying. That’s when I said it:
“You know you’re a mom when you carry a bottle of children’s ibuprofen and a measuring cup in your pocket just in case someone get sick.”
Tanya snickered and admitted she, too, had a few oddities in her possession:
“You know you’re a mom when you have toilet seat covers in your purse.”
I had to one-up her:
“You know you’re a mom when you keep trash bags in the glove compartment of your car in case someone throws up.”
We enjoyed our little game. Then we walked into a crowded skating rink and found ourselves counting heads every five minutes to make sure we had not lost one of our kids. Yet another sign of motherhood.
Oh, but the game didn’t end there for me. Late one night after we returned home, my whole family was tucked neatly in their own beds sound asleep when I thought I heard a noise in the night. I raised up off my pillow to listen more closely and heard nothing else, so I chuckled to myself as I rolled over and thought, “You know you’re a mom when you hear a noise in the night and your first fear is not an intruder but a sick child, instead.”
But, the laugh was on me. Indeed, a child was sick, and I spent the next few hours awake with her.
I’m a mom. It’s what I do.
What about you? Are you a mom who carries weird stuff in your pockets or car? I bet you’ve got items you never dreamed you’d carry.
Play the game with me! You know you’re a mom when…..