No, this isn’t a post about poop or fits or misguided expectations.
Nope, this is a post about the random mundane things you find yourself doing because you a)have latent control issues and b) love your kid.
My daughter found me on the floor the other day sorting rubber bands.
Big ones, medium ones, tiny ones, clips, headbands…. Soon they would all be organized in little containers making my life so much easier when it came time to do her hair.
My daughter has a lot of hair.
And she is still learning how to do it.
I braid it in either one braid or two braids every day. And then I fight the ongoing war with her bang-like hair that won’t go into braids but magically foils all attempts by any sort of clip to hold it in place.
But she is four and the various hair things get lost and dropped and there is never a tiny rubber band when/where you need it most.
Thus, the organizing.
Ahh yes, I said to myself as I organized… this is the true mommy life…
And then she found me.
And then she found the broken rubber band I was planning on throwing away.
And then the tears came.
you see… it was her FAVORITE rubber band. It didn’t matter that there six to eight other exactly the same rubber bands in the box, THIS one was special and unique and LOVED.
And so she cried, and hugged it, and threw it away with all the pomp and circumstance of a dead pet. There was a eulogy and a few more tears.
(Side note: no, we do not have a pet and no we do not want a pet and yes this might be a small part of why that is the case)
Ahhh yes, I said to myself, rocking my sad but brave little daughter… this is the mommy life…
Really though, the mommy life is a good one.