Eighteen months ago, I became a mother.
And suddenly, I understand. That I will not ever be left alone in the restroom again. Ever. Unless Weeble is asleep or out of the house.
Honestly, peeing alone and getting to eat a hot lunch are sometimes the only motivation I have to get up and go to work in the morning. Especially Monday mornings. When I would be more than happy to walk in to my supervisor's office and let him know that I will not be returning--with proper notice and respect, of course--as the women who told me "It gets easier" were either trying to spare my feelings or just happy that they, too, could eat their food at the correct temperature.
Even now, when the four of us are all home together and Mom disappears, we hunt her down instinctively. Just to make sure we know where she is. At least we don't stick our fingers under the door anymore.
Mom, thank you. I finally understand all you gave up for us.
And hopefully, I can be as gracious about it as you are.
Even when my adult child knocks on the door, just to make sure I am not misplaced. And to ask for a _______, which is where it has been for the last 45 years.
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