Motherhood — Check your dignity at the door
…because no one makes it through with it intact. Or to take off from Simcha Fisher’s post, once the guilt is gone, the apologies begin.
Case in point: Today I had to run back into the Public Health Centre to retrieve a forgotten toy. What was it? A doll shoe — cleverly disguised in a wad of tissue to look like garbage. I delicately avoided eye-contact as the nurse dug through her office waste basket. She said I shouldn’t feel bad because the bin “was just emptied so it wasn’t too dirty yet.”
It improves. Later, I had to interrupt a phone conversation to tell my son to “stop licking the window.”
Yeah, the glamour gets pretty monotonous in this job, but someone’s got to do it….