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The Irreversible Nature of Being a Mom

On Friday I was waiting in the parking lot of my daughter’s high school (where I spend a sizable portion of my existence, it would seem, such is the crowded, congested nature of that little plot of ground.)  The day was beautiful – warm sun, cool breeze – and I was quite early to pick her up so I rolled the windows down to enjoy the fresh air and the springy bird noises.  Suddenly the peaceful day was shattered by a young girl’s discovery that she – or rather her car door – had been the victim of an April Fool’s prank involving copious amounts of peanut butter (at least I hope it was peanut butter…that’s what I’m telling myself so I can sleep at night).  She immediately let out a stream  of profanity so creative and colorful that I was reminded:  the next generation is both passionate and innovative.  We should give them more credit.

Now, I totally understood her explosive reaction to the situation,  but I also frantically started pushing the window buttons so I could protect the tender ears of the 11-year-old in the back seat.

The problem here – and the thing that makes me realize that the mom gene has taken over my being and will never, ever leave – is that the little ears I was trying to protect were attached to Abby, our 11-year-old border collie.

I am convinced that no matter how old we or our kids get, we never lose the instinct that makes us protect whomever we perceive as the younger, smaller person/creature  in our care.  It’s what makes us good at what we do.  And maybe a little bit crazy.

Amazed by the volume of my inner momologue,


April 4, 2011 - 6:35 am

Jane Williams - I will be laughing all day. Thanks.

April 4, 2011 - 9:02 am

Nita Belles - Firstly, this his how much I love your blogs. I didn’t have time to read it, but I read it anyway, and now I’m commenting!

HILARIOUS! Beautifully written! And which of us Mom’s couldn’t relate?! How many of us remember the first time we impulsively backhanded the adult in the passenger seat as we were stepping on our brakes so they didn’t go through the front window? OK, I’m old, kids used to be able to sit in the front passenger seat.

Another great blog from a truly great woman. Love you Bo!

April 4, 2011 - 2:57 pm

Whitney - Hahaha! I think I talked to you either right before or right after that happened! That’s hilarious.

April 6, 2011 - 5:53 pm

Lisa Alexander - The title was irresistible. I love it–thanks for the laugh!

April 7, 2011 - 10:49 am

Victoria - Ahh-hahahahahahhahahahahaha! Haha! Hahahahahahahaha! I think this is absolutely hilarious!