I love women. Ok, now I have your attention so I’ll say what I mean is that I am constantly in awe of the every day and extraordinary feats that women accomplish in life. Maybe they are incredibly smart entrepreneurs, or creative artists, or devoted moms. Often the women I meet are all of these things. This is why I’ve decided to start Girl Crush. It is the section of this blog where I brag on these ladies a little. I love to share things with people that I think will benefit their lives. The women that I feature in Girl Crush are just that-a benefit to mine and many others’ lives. You already read about how I love Jessica. Now, here is Girl Crush number two:
We just got back from a last minute pre-Oscar party with good friends. It was one of those parties where no one, not kids or adults wants to leave. These are people I cherish because when we are with them we laugh. I mean really laugh like from the bottom of our guts. That to me is the sign of true friends. Our kids feel the same way. They disappear as soon as we get there and play perfectly-no fights, no tears nothing but giggles and the occasional request for a juice box.
It was funny really. As I sat scrubbing puke off every article I had just gathered from his room, I could hear them moving equipment around and giving Kevin direction in the living room above me. No one even noticed I had left the room. All I could think was, they should get a camera down here because THIS is reality TV as I spend a good portion of every day in the laundry room scrubbing something off something.
What struck me about the whole thing was the fact that I wasn’t bothered by any of it. I have been looking forward to this show taping for weeks. I couldn’t wait to be part of the action and I really did enjoy being part of behind the scenes. But when it came time to suspend my TV fantasy moment and head back to my real role as mom, I did it not only without hesitation but without a single bit of resentment or anger. I’m not saying I deserve any credit for taking care of my kid above all else. That is what I should have done. But I would have expected me to have at least a pang of remorse that I was missing out on something big. I didn’t. I guess I’m growing up and have embraced the job of motherhood more than I knew. I guess I also found once and for all, who truly is the star of this show-and boy it ain’t me.
Then baby number three came and rocked us to the core. Everything we did was a show. We had kids running everywhere. Someone was always crying. Our once clean living room became riddled with toy cars and bottles and baby wipes. Our serene little foursome became a loud, crazy cast of characters in the blink of an eye. Hence the beginning of the traveling circus.
Things have gotten substantially better now that the baby can walk and talk. But we still feel like a band of gypsies when we load in and out of the caravan. On good days, I am an effective ringleader and for our survival, Kevin and I both had to polish our juggling skills. Three feels like way more than two. Even though I wouldn’t change our family for the world, I do miss the days when we could all fit in one booth.