“Mom Card” up for review

Graduation leads to job offer and “mom-solescence”
  • Graduation leads to job offer and “mom-solescence”

Post Title: About this writer

You know how you hide the Costco-sized bag of peanut M&Ms in the freezer behind the frozen broccoli and when no one is looking, you sneak a handful and eat them in the laundry room? I want this blog to be that thing you pull out for your personal five-minute re-group. When you want a laugh over your morning tea or to relax after tucking the kids into bed for the night.

Post Title: Mom-solete

Post Date: June 201, 2014

It’s right on the fence whether I will have my “Mom Card” revoked or just suspended. I didn’t break any laws, per se. But apparently, I have not completely fulfilled my motherly duty by “caring enough.”

I have a daughter graduating from college this month. She is the second of my entire personal family tree to own a college degree and I am eager to throw some confetti at the ticker-tape parade. Every time I considered “going back to college,” I was held back by the thought, I’ll have to take math. If they would have accepted only the essay questions involving a speeding train, a crossing car, and a pelican, I might have gone for it. (Answer: the pelican should not have been driving the car in the first place.)

My daughter can speed-read textbooks that are clearly written in Greek for secret societies in code.  And now she is pondering her next step — which involves testing the waters in another state. As yet another huge change descends on our family, the question I’ve asked my children from the womb re-surfaces. What do you want to be when you grow up? The question has evolved to include what I feel are obvious sidebars. Whatever you think you’re going to do, it had better 1) pay your bills, 2) be personally fulfilling, 3) allow you to move out into the big world, and 4) be respectable enough I can brag about it for a while.

The question involves a lot of thought, and it’s not like they haven’t had years to ponder it. As a matter of fact, I myself ponder the same thing, but I don’t have parents waiting for the answer anymore. So the pressure’s off.

Based on where all of my money goes, I’d vote for the professions of orthodontist, auto mechanic, owner of a Target store, or perhaps diaper manufacturer. If I had a nickel for every diaper I’ve ever changed, they could just sit back and inherit. Also, a nice way to go if you can pull it off.

As I sat one afternoon with friends and family, the subject of graduating and job-finding circled the room. One of my friends had a daughter who spent a couple thousand dollars flying to Texas for a job interview and was offered the position. The daughter had schooled and trained hard for her career choice, and this seemed like very good news.

My sweet mom friend sat there and cried.

I’m trying to digest the fact that she is already desperately missing her daughter. The daughter who just attained huge success and reached her latest goals. The one about to become independent and self-sufficient and fulfilled. It’s even respectable! Surely, love can span a couple of states?

From where I’m sitting, it feels like the whole point of my career as Mom is to work myself out of it. If the kids are no longer coming to me to fill their needs because they are well trained to fill them themselves, I have succeeded in my job. It’s a win-win when a child becomes a happy, healthy, and whole adult. It may take a lifetime, and that’s okay, but steady progress is delightful.

I don’t want to be a speed-bump in the fast lane of my child’s road trip. But when my daughter compares the two moms sitting on the couch, one forlorn and one ecstatic, her frown indicates which one she’d prefer. And I know my “Mom Card” is up for review.

I’ll have to be on my best behavior for a while. I can see that future “care packages” will have to contain at least a dozen fuzzy socks, some Starbucks cards, definitely some country-music selections, and a tin of chocolate-chip cookies.

And very likely, some confetti.

Title: The Forgetful Files | Address: theforgetfulfiles.wordpress.com

Author: Jolie | From: Escondido | Blogging since: February 2014

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