Pie eatin’, dog and kid abandoning mom here

I opened Facebook on Mother’s Day morning, shortly after my chubby fingered kiddos brought me (and Brody) toast and eggs in bed, and saw this oft-repeated quote:

“A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.”

And I sighed. I really don’t like that quote.

It’s like what we talked about on Friday all over again. Hey, unless you’re cutting off your limbs and giving away all your pie and raising free range human children in a yurt, YOU AREN’T A REAL MOTHER.

someecards.com - Thanks for always thinking about me to the detriment of your own mental health

Sure, it seems like a nice sentiment on the surface, but underneath it reeks of that judgy, who’s the most sacrife-y woman out there kind of martyrdom. And what kind of pie are we talking about here? Because if it’s berry pie, I will gladly say, “I never did care for pie,” and it would be true. But if it’s a banana cream pie, and I’m sitting there with my kids and my husband and some other person, I would cut a sliver off each of those four pieces and make me a Franken-slice. Because I like banana cream pie, and I would want some too. And there is nothing wrong with my solution, which leaves no one in the corner without any pie.

My sister and I were raised without any sort of qualifications on our growth, without any assumptions that gender would figure into our career choices. I wanted to be at various times a palaeontologist, an astronaut, a Blue Angel, the next great American author, and a neurosurgeon. It never occurred to me that I might one day have to negotiate the minefield of family and career, and that my choices about one might influence the other. And yet it has.

I know that some women have managed to figure it out, how to have it all. I envy them that. For me, family and career has been like a downhill slalom, weaving back and forth across the slope, putting my weight on the left leg, then on the right, trying to slow my descent enough so that I don’t fall and break my neck, trying to make it through all the gates; now school plays, now continuing education conferences, making toxic matchboxes, keeping the dogs in good health. I have given up trying to do one thing perfectly in favor of doing lots of things pretty well, and that is how life seems to go for people (men and women alike) who spend a portion of their lives in a caretaker position.

There were a lot of cool things I thought about doing as a veterinarian. I wanted to be a radiologist, or a dermatologist. Instead, I decided to dial back on work to focus on the kids a little more, and once they grew old enough for me to seriously wonder if that was something I still wanted to pursue, knowing what that would mean for the family, the answer was no. Instead, I dusted off that old rarely-used corner of my brain that delighted in writing, and worked on that. I’d say that worked out pretty well.

I have no regrets about the decisions I’ve made, no resentments. But one of the most important things I’ve learned while figuring all of this out is that we are allowed to take care of ourselves every once in a while. It’s not selfish to want to do that. Sometimes it seems like you can’t win; if an exhausted new mom goes out in sweats and greasy hair, she’s mocked as a slob, but if she decides to take time to herself to work out or go get her hair done, then she’s self centered, because of course all real moms know you should never put yourself first, not once or ever. And apparently, you aren’t allowed to ask if one might share a treat, either.

My husband did not really want me to go to Africa (I leave one month from today!) The timing is terrible. I will miss my kids’ last day of school since they inexplicably added three days to the end of the school year just a month ago, we’re in the middle of selling the house, and I just realized I will also be gone for Father’s Day. Yup. Bad, bad, bad mom. I am taking off and missing all of those things because I’ve wanted to do a trip with World Vets for years, and the opportunity presented itself. And once my husband realized just how excited I was to get to do this, he was happy for me too.

Arusha airport gift shop

Kids are half a world away and I manage to work up a small smile. We all survived.

I suppose I could have just not gone. That is what a real mom would do, right? Sacrifice. Or would a real mother teach her kids that you should take a leap of faith every now and then and go do something really extraordinary? Ten years from now, will my daughter be emulating a woman who consistently choked down everything important to her, or one who said, ‘I’m going to go climb a mountain and then go hang out with some Maasai and some donkeys, because I worked really hard for years and years and I want to do something meaningful, and you will hang out with Dad and be just dandy.’

I really don’t feel horrible about it. I just spent five hours making a birthday party invitation for my son in Photoshop in between shuttling my daughter back and forth to play practice for the last month. I spend the other 50 or so weeks of the year staring at the empty pie plate of my free time, so this one time I am taking a slice for myself, taking it into the corner, and savoring every mother-loving bite.

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  • Jessica Roberts

    As well you should! You are a great role model for adults, as well as children, in deciding what’s important to you and just deciding to do it. Your kids will be better off for having a happy mother. :)

  • Anonymous

    So glad you’re going! Because you deserve it and it’s something you’ve always wanted to do and there will be other “last days of school.” My parents always had the thought that their kids were in their life but not THEIR life so they spent a lot of time traveling. Sometimes we went with them, sometimes we stayed with family members. And you know what they “created?” Three independent children that love to travel and explore, that see life as an adventure and that the world is huge and wide and full of opportunities!

  • Cathey

    I agree totally with kychilehead and with Jessica and couldn’t have said it any better! You are also married to a wonderful man who I’ll bet goes off once in a while on one of his dreams, too. Your kids will learn about choices and joys and exploration and many many other things, and not be haunted by a mother who “gave up everything she wanted for them.” Those mothers/fathers raise children who grow up to write disturbing books about a variety of maladjusted and scary subjects! You go girl, just remember to take lots of pictures and share the joy!!

  • Tamara

    I think a mom who can show her child how much there is to discover in the world is an awesome mom! I don’t begrudge mine for going to Fiji…without me…or Tahiti…also without me ;) I’m jealous, but hope to go one day too, because she inspired me.

    Your children will be just fine and dandy with Dad. I imagine he’s as awesome at being a dad as you are at…just about being a mom. What you’re teaching your children is to reach for the world with open arms and not settle for what life hands you. My childhood was based very much on what I could do, as a ‘girl.’ Your daughter will believe, like you, that many things are possible :)

    • Tamara

      I meant to say just about everything, then changed it to being a mom, and ended up with a mish-mash that makes me sound like I disapprove of you. I do not! You are an awesome mom. I’m sure your kids think so too!

  • Dinah

    I LOVE this post and applaud you for being a veterinarian and a mom who is taking some time for herself. I don’t want human kids, but as a young veterinarian with furry kids (cats, dogs and horses), sometimes I feel like you do… I ended up taking 3 months to work/travel in the UK during vet school and it killed me to leave my kids for that long, but it was soooo worth it. I’m so jealous you’re traveling with World Vets, that’s on my bucket list :D Have fun!!!!!

  • http://casacaudill.blogspot.com casacaudill

    I’ve noticed lately that it’s the moms I know that completely gave up who they were before kids that always seem the most miserable – and judgy – about being a mom. Then you’ve got folks like you that enjoy being a parent, yet still have their own identity, and while life is not all unicorns and care bears, you can tell that you’re happy, your kids are happy, and you’re a really well-adjusted family.