Friday, April 13, 2012

Hold on.

Just a second.  Give me a minute.  Hold on one sec.  Hang on.  Let me get right back to you.  I'll be there in a one minute.

I repeat these phrases constantly.  At home, at work, in my sleep.  But as any mother knows, there are no minutes to be given, no seconds to be held.  Everyone needs everything RIGHT NOW. 

This has been one of the biggest adjustments of motherhood.  The urgency with which all things are required of you at any given moment. 

Baby bottles, and boo-boo kisses, basketballs inflated and bowls of cereal.  Diaper changes and dirty hands washed, can you submit my resume and don't forget today is snack day!

Nothing can wait.  And it's not just the kids.  Every need, of every person, is immediate. 

From the moment that I am ripped from sleep by a screaming baby or thronging alarm, I am being demanded of.  Pecked at, pulled at, like vultures on a carcass. 

Which is why yesterday when traffic ground to complete halt I looked around and laughed. 

After 15 minutes of sitting completely motionless in three lanes of traffic the commuters began to get punchy.  I looked around to see truckers outside of their cabins, searching high and low for the cause of this standstill.  I saw men in business suits craning their necks to see what could be keeping them captive. 

But me, I was content.  Cool as a cucumber.  Because I was alone with my smart phone.  Free to text and type, read and write, free as a bird.  I multi-tasked and made appointments, it was the most productive 30 minutes I'd had in weeks. It was amazing what I could accomplish without demands and distractions. 

When traffic finally started moving, I can't say I wasn't ever so slightly disappointed.  Does that make me a bad mom? 

Don't know. 

But if you hold on for one second, I'll get back to you. 

**Inspired by Ponytailz Stoner and the Wilson Phillips Tribute**

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