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I found this post in my draft folder.  I wrote it quite a while ago.  I find it amusing now that it’s almost Mother’s Day, so I thought I’d share.  Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms out there.

I was talking to a friend the other day and the topic of college came up.  I admitted that although I’ve attended numerous schools and have switched majors about six times (not an exaggeration), I still do not hold a degree.  She looked at me like I was bat-shit crazy.  I have a lot of theories as to why I never finish, but not so much why I keep changing my mind about what to study.

I keep coming back to one central concept: I don’t want to work.

I know that sounds lazy, but it’s not.  I DO work.  I have worked incredibly hard and enjoyed it.  I have also done the most mundane tasks and enjoyed the crap out of those too.  I have earned my own living to support my family.  I definitely can work.  I just don’t want to do things that I don’t like and once I stop liking something, I’m pretty much done.  Then it’s time to move on.

There is one thing that I have done that I’ve always loved, always strived to be my best, always tried to be perfect and of which I am most critical.  It’s my longest running job to date and the one thing to which I sincerely wish I could devote all of my time and energy.

I’m a mom.

That’s it.  That’s all I’ve ever wanted and I could classify everything else as being either a hobby or an inconvenient necessity.

I love staying home, sweeping floors, doing laundry, baking cookies.  Nothing makes me happier than afternoons by the pool or playground, hearing “Mom, watch this!” a hundred thousand times while re-reading the same page of my book over and over again.

I don’t want to be a lady of leisure.  Being a mom is damn hard work!  I would definitely like to have “hobby jobs” to get out of the house, talk to grown-ups and do something I like.  A career?  No.  That’s really, honestly and truly not me.

But yeah…that’s it.  They don’t teach “MOM” in school, so that’s why I’ve never landed on my thing.  After my kids have gone off to school and their own lives, I think I’ll go back too.  I’ll learn how to do yet something else.  In the meantime, I’ll enjoy being Mom.

Call Me “Mom”

Hey, Man…I’m With the Band


Let me start this post off by saying that in high school, I was not in band. I hung around with a lot of band kids and they seemed to have a great time.  A lot of them were and are still very cool and I remain friends with them today. I didn’t know many of their parents though, so take this with a grain of salt.

That being said, I do not remember high school band parents being a particularly cool lot of folks.   Kids who are in band are referred to as “band geeks” (pretty much for a reason) and their parents were just older versions of band geeks.  Or were they…?

My daughter has been in band since elementary school and due to that perception of the band population as a whole, I never really got involved in it.  Last summer, she moved up to the high school and had to go to daily band “camp” over the summer.  I was only working part time then, so I volunteered to serve snacks to the kids one afternoon.  I also checked off a lot of boxes on the volunteer survey at band orientation, figuring I’d get a couple of additional gigs as a volunteer.  I wasn’t necessarily looking forward to it, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to be involved in something with Liz.

At band camp, I met a few moms who, little did I know at the time, are waaaay involved in band (read: they pretty much support the entire volunteer program).  They were very welcoming and friendly.  Before I knew it, I was signed up to do two other things…things that required meetings.  Ugh.  I hate meetings.  Again…all for my kid.

Meetings turned into more volunteering.  Volunteering turned into co-chairing an activity committee…which turned into more volunteering…which turned into volunteering for a board position…which turned into being nominated for Vice President of the Band Parents’ Association.

Wait, what??   How the hell did that happen!!???

So, now right now I’m the V.P. and serve as fundraising chairperson.  This month, I have about 6 meetings as we get ready for marching season.  I am so busy sometimes, my head spins.  But I’m having a BLAST!  The best part is that I discovered the other parents are COOL!!

The more I get to know these ladies, the more fun they are.  We have meetings over beers at a sports bar.  We planned to go see “Magic Mike” as a group and when that fell through, we planned a private screening at my house (naturally).  Last weekend, we had a pool party for the kids.  The moms, most of whom are fellow board members, sat in the pavilion, laughing, singing and dancing as loudly and badly as we could manage.  Afterward, I realized that not only did the kids have fun, but I had a really good time too.

So, here’s the question, at what point did things change, or did they?  Is this what I’ve been missing or is this group of people just an exceptional group?

I think it might be a little of both.  🙂