Saturday, Aug. 28, 2010

Mom an evolving job

Last week when I told Laurel that keeping up with her soccer stuff wasn't my responsibility, she asked to see my job description. Apparently, I have been repeatedly telling her that certain things are not my job and she finally decided it was time to see some proof.

As I unsuccessfully tried to suppress my hysterical laughter, I wondered how many times I had asked myself that very question over the past eight years.

I love my kids, take care of them and keep them safe. But after that my role always seems a bit fuzzy and I often feel like I am making it up as I go along. In the beginning, I did everything for my babies. As the years have passed, I have realized that my job is often letting my children figure things out for themselves and leaning on me when things don't go their way.

It always seems that just as I think I know the best way to be Laurel and Trevor's mom, their needs change and I find myself looking for an updated job description.

I am sure that as my kids hit the teen years that my role will seem even more unclear.

But no matter what is listed on the ever-elusive piece of paper today or tomorrow, I am positive that hunting down my daughter's pink soccer socks is never going to be listed as one of my responsibilities.