Here's a little story to show how I am not cut out to be a mother, and to salute those who are.
My sister is a mother. Three kids. This morning, she was slicing bagels and missed, slicing her thumb instead.
Now, twice since I started blogging I have required stitches, and both times I carried on like I was about to bleed to death. Here is what my sister did:
Passed out. Sat on the sofa to let the dry heaves subside. Wraped up her bloody thumb in a mile of gauze. Finished slicing the bagels.
Got herself and the kids ready for church. Attended her daughter's First Communion. Went home and finished getting the buffet ready. Made sure the guests were settled in and fed.
Four hours after slicing open her thumb, when I was outside playing with my nephew, she came out with a commuter mug of coffee and her keys. "Yeah, I thought I'd better go get this stitched up..."
Four minutes after I cut myself I'm calling shock trauma. Four hours after, she's driving herself to the emergency room.
Mothers do that kind of thing. Mothers will take you to the ER as soon as the first drop of blood falls, but mothers make sure you have lunch before they go themselves. I'm in awe of mothers.
Posted by Nic at May 13, 2006 06:51 PM | TrackBack