Bird poop and other non-events in the life of a mother

January 1st, 2014

I was outside of my house and trying to have a serious conversation with a friend who had just dropped by. He was short on time so we had just a few minutes, so I was concentrating on what I had to say.

I accidentally put my hand on the porch railing without seeing there was fresh bird poop. Something felt wet and too slimy to be rain water.

I looked down and saw it was a dainty offering. For one second I grossed out, then I wiped it on a leaf and kept talking. I didn't miss a beat with talking.

When my friend left I actually stood there in the yard and picked up a few weeds and litter before going to wash my hand. I did not rush to the sink for soap and water first thing.

Then it occurred to me: that is SUCH a mommy-move. Working-mother-always-pressed-for-time move. All my actions were based on economy of motion rather than girly-girl prissy factor, which definitely would have been present at a different time in my life.

What was the moment you realized or reaffirmed your transition to parenthood was complete?

May your new year be full of fun and funny realizations.

One Response to “Bird poop and other non-events in the life of a mother”

  1. Kage:

    Happy New Year Diane.


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