Fun with Mommy's self esteem, part 2
(The lead up: a discussion about the upcoming last day of preschool.)
Julia: When will my last day of school EVER be?
Me: You mean for good, not just until the following fall?
Julia: Yeah.
Me: I guess that depends what you decide you want to be when you grow up. Different jobs require different amounts of education, so you could go to school for more or less years depending on what you end up wanting to study.
Julia: Well, when I grow up, I want to be a Mommy. How many years of school do I need for that?
Thanks to my daughter for nailing home far more succinctly than I suspect she intended just how appropriate that B.S. title on my degree really is...
posted by Rebecca @ 3:06 PM
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Let's see, Julia. You'll need to have the skills of a teacher, a nurse, a negotiator, a financial planner and a social planner. A chauffeur, a cleaning lady, a detective (for finding lost socks, shoes and favorite toys). You'll need to get by on very little sleep and have a tremendous amount of patience and focus. You'll need to sometimes put aside everything you want to do in favor of someone who won't even thank you. MANY of years of school, Miss Julia. MANY years.
Let's see, Julia. You'll need to have the skills of a teacher, a nurse, a negotiator, a financial planner and a social planner. A chauffeur, a cleaning lady, a detective (for finding lost socks, shoes and favorite toys). You'll need to get by on very little sleep and have a tremendous amount of patience and focus. You'll need to sometimes put aside everything you want to do in favor of someone who won't even thank you. MANY of years of school, Miss Julia. MANY years.
Why do my posts double post here? Julia, you'll also need to be a computer guru. Er, wait. You'll need that for the times you are hiding from your Mommy duties.
What's up with Julia of late? Doesn't she know who butters her bread?
Tell me, also, did you burst out laughing when she asked that question? And, if you did, how did you answer the inevitable "What's so funny, mommy?"
Tell her that no amount of schooling in the world can prepare a girl for being a mommy. Besides, if we knew what it was REALLY like before we became mommies, would we have done it? Hmm . . .
Oh, Julia...I love you, honey!
Seven weeks (not that I'm counting)
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