With motherhood, marriage and the loss of certain calendar spreads, it becomes more and more obvious that I will never be a lot of things. But with wifehood and motherhood also comes a new appreciation for what I can, and hopefully will accomplish.
I will never be the hot chick on the back of some guys motorcycle.
I will be the girl behind the bike of a little kid, teaching her how to ride without training wheels.
I will never be a cheerleader at the sidelines of an NFL game.
I will be the cheerleader at the sidelines of a little league game with juice boxes at the ready.
I will never be a famous singer.
I will get to sing duets in the car to Barbie soundtracks.
I will never bring men to their knees.
I will always have band-aids for skinned knees.
I will never cause a room to stop and stare when I enter.
I will cause tears to stop with nothing but a hug.
I will never win prestigious awards to frame.
I will get “I LOVE YOU MOM” written in crayon, maybe even Sharpie, on my wall.
I will never be the leading lady in a Hollywood blockbuster.
I will always be the only one who can make my husband his favorite meal the way he likes it.
I will probably never cure a disease or deliver a baby.
I will always show up on doorsteps with casseroles for people who just got out of the hospital, lost a loved one or had a baby.
I will never make millions laugh with my “male candor and feminine wit”.
But I can always make my kid laugh so hard she can’t breathe.
I will never be featured in National Geographic.
I will always be featured on the walls of my own house and on the walls of grandma and grandpa back home.
I will never wrestle alligators.
I will wrestle wet naked babies in the bathtub or tantrum throwing toddlers in the aisles of Target.
I will never be a mom to millions.
But I will always be the mom to at least one.
What will you never always be?