Mommy Speaks

It's funny. I realized last weekend that I am officially a mom not based on an interaction with my kid, but a dynamic with my husband. It was actually when I was talking to my mother-in-law.

Do you remember as a child when you couldn't find anything that was right in front of your face? I would run around the house, screaming (because I was late for whatever music practice, dance lesson, Hebrew school. . . ) WHERE IS IT WHERE IS IT? And my mother would calmly say, where did you put IT? Which is where I looked in the first place but never could find IT. And my mother would go over to the pile on the counter top, in my room, where I dumped all my stuff from school and assorted activities (listed previously), and pull IT out. Presto.

I'm finding that I have this relationship with my husband. Just this morning he couldn't find his fleece (and left the house without it because I was in the middle of nursing the Munchkinhead and couldn't work my magic). Just one of the many items that get lost in our humongous 1400 square foot house. And as he gets more and more frantic and flips out, I inevitably pull it out from wherever it was supposed to be. In talking to my mother-in-law, it seems that this may be a husband AND a child characteristic. Joy for me, the Sherlock Holmes of Albuquerque.

Now the kid is down in her crib in pre-nap, screaming mode and I will hunt for the illusive fleece. My husband neglected to check WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, so I will go grab it from the dryer.