We all have ways of defining ourselves. For me, it’s often Mompreneur, Momma of Many, Overqualified Momma (10 years post-secondary study, three degrees, yet somehow spend most of my time wiping bums and cleaning up vomit).
We also have a way of defining how we spend our time. As Mommas, it usually involves managing everything, being exhausted, yet somehow staying awake at night worrying about how little Johnny is doing at school, little Janey is getting along with her friends and if the baby will ever finish teething or go more than a week without an infectious disease.The weight of our little worlds weighs heavily on our shoulders. We’ve all enviously listened to Daddy-O snore away beside us as we are solving our world’s problems and in our spare time conquering the problems of the whole world. How do they sleep so soundly??
Last Tuesday I realized I had another title. By way of background, Tuesday is crazy day in our house because it involves an outrageous number of extra-curricular activities. Every Tuesday is like an Olympic sport around here. If everyone ends up where they are supposed to be, with the correct equipment and at the right time, I award gold medals all round.
Because of sheer numbers of kiddies in our house, we have had to breed some independent little people. One example is that everyone has to carry their own stuff – whether it be sports equipment or school bags. Even my babies have been seen dragging their diaper bags behind them.
I had a weak moment last Tuesday. As the Olympic event was finishing, we pulled the over-worked mini-van into the driveway. Kids were pooped, so I told them to just run in the house, find their pj’s and I’d bring in all the gear.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the front glass door. There I was carrying two backpacks, two violins, a bag of music books, a dance bag full of tap and ballet shoes, and two skating bags.
It was quite a vision. I had now elevated myself to a new status and self-definition:
BEAST OF BURDEN. Yep, I came to terms with the fact that I am now a donkey.
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Heh. Though my shoulders are not as broad as yours (based on the total weight you were able to carry), I’ve carried the label of “pack mule” for years!
LMBO!! Oh my gosh the visual that paints is hilarious!! You are indeed a supermom, we’ll need to find you a cape(but only if I can have one too!
You continue to amaze me! I second the Supermom! My brother in law gives me that label alot….just because i am cutting up bite sized food, using cloth diapers and I made my own baby food….but that is only for 1 baby. Throw in 4 more and I would be no where near the Supermom you are! Spencer carries his own bag to daycare! he is mad at me if I do…mr. independent for sure.
Ha! carrying all that stuff didn’t make me supermom, it made me super-idiot!!
hmmm….hardly anonymous!