A Real Mom

Despite my rather pregnant belly and my daily workout of chasing a two-year-old, there are still times I don't feel like a real mom. I sometimes say the wrong thing, I forget to remind the kiddo to wash his hands, I don't care if his clothes are stained and we stopped for chicken nuggets and fries on the way home from the zoo today. I suspect a real mom would always know just the right thing to say and would be prepared with antibac for hands, a change of clothes and a packed nutritious lunch.

Then today Milo came running out of his room at nap time with a stricken look on his face and his most favorite friend Baby Bunny in his hand. In his other hand was Bunny's ear. I tried to stay calm, but in my head I was screaming OMG Baby Bunny is DEAD. I gently took Milo's hand and got him back in bed. I told him I would take good care of Bunny while he slept and Bunny would be all fixed when he woke up.

Being the only person home, it was up to me to perform the Bunny surgery. Even though I briefly thought of taking Bunny to my own Mom and having her do the stitching, I knew I was the one who would find the needle, thread it and make Bunny as good as new. Milo was trusting me to make everything better because that's what moms do.

The stitches are neither small nor even, but the ear is back on and Bunny looks almost back to normal. When Milo wakes up from his nap, he'll have his best buddy back to cuddle with. And I'll have the realization that maybe I am more of a real mom than I thought.