the object of my desire

You are the one I have dreamed about for so long. I love the way I feel when I am with you; confident, free, not too safe. You are an indulgence, a luxury, nothing about you and me  makes sense.

When we are together I forget the others; the minivan, the bicycle, my two feet.

When I walked by my neighbour’s house the other day and saw they were selling their beautiful sky blue scooter I almost wept. I had put buying a scooter  for myself on my wish list four years ago as I goal of freedom and self sufficiency. If I could afford a  silly scooter it would represent financial comfort and a side of me that was just for me- You cannot shlep groceries, art supplies or teenagers in one. It is frivolous, whimsical and even a bit dangerous. And $3300.

Not this week.

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into the sauce

My friend’s 16 year old went to a party on Saturday night -with boys. This was pretty much a first for her and she was looking at everything with wide eyes and her fantastic sense of humour so she could replay it back to her mom and dad.

When you have good kids- we call them Block Parents-you want to push them gently  to be a little naughty. When you have the wild child, you want to lock them up for the teenage years with day passes only for trips to the library or church picnics. We parent our children according to the map they give us from their behaviour.

These friends had been wanting  their daughter to be more social and spread her wings just a tiny bit. So this opportunity was jumped at.

The teenager had fun, talking, laughing and sipping cautiously on one single and foul tasting beer. No scandals in dark corners, no sudden exponential growth in the group from texting party details.

She skedaddled home for 11 dying to tell her party stories -to find no one home. Mom and dad were out until 2 and younger sister was babysitting until 1:30.

Everyone was out having their own life.

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you made up your own job didn’t you

I run into women all the time -my age- who have had the same mind blowing, mind expanding and, let’s face it, mind numbing experience of both childbirth and the never ending gorgeous task  of raising  human beings. This is, bar none , the most wonderful and impactful work on earth. Our children are our contribution to the human race of our best work . Nonetheless, parenting is  dramatically undervalued, cannot be scientifically  measured, is openly criticized and not terribly appreciated. Many of these incredible women are now working in little retail shops. They always say the same thing to me apologetically, “it gets me out of the house”. How can you go from performing miracles to choosing something that ‘gets you out of the house” ? I have no problem with anyone doing anything but either love it and declare it or leave it.

In many ways, society has told us that motherhood is not enough,  that it is thankless and impossible to save yourself in the process. For me motherhood was the first thing ever in my life that I really felt I did exceptionally (loaded with countless errors and moments of freakish emotion). I have felt  very conspicuous  at times for how much I have truly loved being a mother.  Motherhood created a template for doing other things well. I had a big taste of risk and scary and important and I got hooked. I did not lose myself in it- it, more than anything, helped to define me.

Recently, one of my little artists, said “Nancy, you made up your job didn’t you?” Most of the time the children think I don’t work because it looks like so much fun and lacks the serious deep sighs of adulthood.

Make up your own job. Don’t do anything just to get out of the house. If you love that little shop and being there, admit to it. Loving what you do is worth declaring- whether it is motherhood, accounting, making lattes at Starbucks or putting the snake  down my drain to see why it is clogged. Nobody needs to understand why but you.

Of all the things we could teach our children,  doing what we love and loving what we do is lesson #1.

This is what we want for them. Serve yourself first.

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