This weekend someone asked me what I did. It’s a simple question. I ask it of others regularly. For the first time, I answered simply: I’m a mom. Those three words were the scariest things I have ever said aloud. No other job title was tagged on before or after. I’m a mom.
Monday I had to fill out a jury summons. If the you’ve ever had any faith in the justice system, now would be the time to hope, pray, chant, light candles, cross your pinky toes, that I do not get selected for jury duty. Nothing good will come of such a thing. Guess what one of the first questions on the survey is: Are you employed full-time? Nope.
I’m starting to have a little anxiety about this because overthinking everything is what I do best. Who am I without a job title? What am I worth without a paycheck? Am I just a bored housewife who can’t think of something important enough to get her out of jury duty? It does pay $11 a day, I’m told. So that’s something.
This morning a friend called. They’re stuck. They’ve got a sick kid. Wife is out of town. Husband needs someone to watch the daughter so he can go to work for a few hours before her doctor appointment. I can do that!
I am not just a mom today. Today I am a friend. Today I am the Little Dutch Boy. None of the world’s problems will be solved, but a scheduling issue can be fixed… by me. For today, that’s enough.
And really? Who wouldn’t want to spend a day with a kid this stinking cute?