Miss E gave me a new title this week. Before putting her to bed one night while we discussed the next day’s plan for Daddy to take she and her sister to daycare and me to pick the girls up, she said, “Can you please not be the last mom?” The last mom.
Do you know who the last mom is? The last mom to arrive at daycare at the end of a day. In Miss E’s eyes it’s the scarlet letter of a working mom. Our girls attend a small home daycare. She knows each mom that comes and goes. But the last mom picking up at the end of a long work gets the title that sticks.
Sometimes being the last mom is my favorite time of the day. I’m the last mom at the park with my kids. I soak in the moments. I certainly get caught up in the chaos of life at times. I feel mom guilt. But most days I try to sit on the floor with my kids, play with them, read a couple books, talk about their days and be the mom. The mom…
that sees Miss A capture the first lady bug of the season this week.
If you’re the last mom, or God Bless You for being the first mom, or somewhere in between, here’s to you, for being there. I still was the last mom at daycare this week. I was the last mom at pre-school screening this afternoon with Miss E too. But tomorrow I’ll be the last mom to bring kids to daycare. Flexibility and trade-offs have given me changes in life. I am the last mom. But I am so thankful I am the mom that is here.
“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.” Proverbs 22:6