Thursday, March 20, 2008
This afternoon I got a phone call from my daughter saying her car wouldn't start, and would I come get her. I arrived just about the time that her Dad called her back. His suggestion - jump start the car.
Well, OK, it worked. A part of me was absolutely certain that it wouldn't, and if I'm honest that part kind of wished he was wrong too. Because he would look like a hero. Again.
A small part of me was feeling insecure, because the good things he does for the kids get noticed, and if I do anything it slides under the radar, thus my insecurity.
That was - until my daughter climbed into her running car and said,
"Thank you, MOMMY."
I haven't been 'Mommy' in a decade. What I had done, by just being a concerned mother, was ride to the rescue of the damsel in distress in the suburban mom's version of the white horse - my minivan.
It was nice to be called 'mommy' again. Nice to know that even though she's nearly an adult, she still wants and needs me, and that I'm able to be there when that happens.
May you have people that remind you that you are needed too.