A few years ago I took part in a work-related accounting workshop. We were each given a blank piece of paper and were asked to write one single word that best described us.
One word that was synonymous with who we were. Who I was.
But who was I?
I was an employee, a college graduate, an artist, a baker, a dog owner, a wife, and a mom. I was punctual, reserved and a skeptic. I was creative, I loved math. I was OCD.
In the end I went with MOM.
MOM seemed to permeate every aspect of my life. No matter what else I did or didn’t do, I was and am a Mom.
Becoming a Mom for the first time was the craziest, most life altering event I have experienced to date. The moment the doctor handed me my first born I fought back tears as I held him in my arms. Tears of joy, tears of relief, tears of leaving my old life behind and embarking on a completely new chapter. My life was no longer just mine. I was now an adult responsible for the life of a little human being who relied on me for his survival.
Armed with my very own copy of “What to Expect”, a bagful of burp cloths, a box of diapers and lots of onesies, I dove into the uncharted territory of motherhood and never looked back.
If you look up the word “motherhood” in the dictionary (because I did), you’ll come up with something vague like “the state of being a mother”. So I took it one step further and looked up the word “mother” which Cambridge Dictionary online defines as “the female parent”. So I did the only logical thing that anyone would do and looked up “parent”.
This is what I got “A Mother or Father of a person or an animal.”
I can safely assume that whoever came up with those definitions was not a Mom.
So, without further ado, here’s my definition of MOM.
“Mom” [noun] – the person responsible for the wellbeing of another human being 24/7. Also, a cook, chauffeur, maid, entertainer, personal cheerleader, nurse and comforter. A multitasker; equipped with a 6th sense that allows her to tell when the said human being under her care is hungry, bored, tired, cranky; able to locate any “lost” item that cannot be found by anyone else; someone who’s been peed on, pooped on, and has experienced projectile vomiting at least once; someone who can survive on 2 showers a week and doesn’t remember what hot coffee tastes like; has superior negotiation skills; performs extremely well under pressure; functions optimally on 3 hours of sleep; gives and receives unconditional love through it all.
So when I was asked to describe myself in one word, I picked Mom. Because Mom is who I am and what I do, and because at the end of the day it’s what I’m most proud of!