My daughter said those words to a friend of hers as I placed a plate of cheese and crackers on the coffee table. Dinner was still about 30 minutes from being ready and I wanted to ensure my guests were not going hungry. Yes, I guess I am a “mother,” the good kind, not the one with a swear word after it.
Years ago I attended a function for my daughter’s school where she and several students were being honored for their academic accomplishments. I mingled with other parents, many of them prominent members of the local community; their name tags identifying them with their company names. My tag just had my name on it. When someone asked me what I did, the words came out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. “I’m just a parent.”
At the time I was a full-time student working toward my master’s degree and was not gainfully employed. I felt “less-than” amongst my peers who were successful in business.
It was when my daughter went up to the podium and gave a speech that I realized just what a fool I was. Being “just a parent” to that incredible young woman I gave birth to and raised made me the most successful person in the room.
Since that day I have joined the ranks of the successful; I am a practicing historian, college professor, and still chase dreams of glory. But I also cook everything from scratch for dinner guests, teach my children and grandchildren the beauty and practicality of planting a garden, make sure the kids are bathed and well-fed, and cuddle and kiss them incessantly.
Yep. I’m a mother alright. I would not want any other label placed on me.
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