In the spirit of Juris Mater’s post about her afternoon outing to the bank with children, I have another tale to tell; another piece of documentation about motherhood. Will it win me “Mother of the Year”? I highly doubt it. But will it add to the growing layers of my motherly identity? You betcha.
Just this past week my family has been at the beach, enjoying a final summer getaway before the school year begins. They live hundreds of miles away in the midwest, so this week has been a wonderful chance for us all to convene and celebrate time together as family. The beach and the pool have been popular destinations each day, along with an occasional dinner outing to a few of the local restaurant joints.
Two evenings ago, we headed out for a final dinner outing and ended up at a (thankfully) quaint restaurant, “Anchor’s Inn”. The staff was immediately friendly, the menu varied, and the atmosphere calm and relaxing. That was, until B-mama and clan arrived. T-baby immediately began screaming to locate new crayons for his placemat masterpiece. M, our oldest, (with a usually loud voice) began yelling to let us know he’d like pizza over grilled cheese. And the baby, very sweet and so little, started to squawk to let us know he was unhappy about still being in his carseat (which he seems to hate).
I ran to the car to find more clothes for the sopping wet baby, only to realize I had brought a sole onesie for the poor thing. I returned to report the find, only to meet (what I felt to be) criticism for being unprepared (can you blame me–we are on vacation with a 3-wk-old!) In my sleep-deprived, hormonal state, I *almost* lost it; *almost* gave way to the waterfall of tears that threatened to pour forth…. but I didn’t.
Instead, I grabbed the onesie, my diaper bag, the baby, and my sister and headed to the bathroom to repair the damage. All was fine. The baby had dry clothes and mom’s sling for a cover, the wet clothes were dried under the kitchen’s heat lamp (!!), the floor was cleaned, the dinner was served, and we were all able to enjoy the meal together.
Will my motherly pride ever recover? Of course.
Will we venture out to dinner again as a family of 5? Not anytime soon. lol.
God bless you on this Friday!