Hi, I love you, yep

Yesterday, I went on a field trip with my daughter’s class as a chaperone. I was reminded, yet again, of why I became a veterinarian. The teacher is an angel on earth and I do not, for one second, think I could do what she does.

I watched one nine year old dissolve into an inconsolable heap of tears because she lost during a game of Red Rover. I watched another child, who was walking barefoot on the park grass, get called over by her mother and told to apply hand sanitizer to her feet at once. At least 3 boys came near to destroying some ancient archaeological artifact or another. It was chaos.

On the way home, my daughter showed me a poem she had written for school. Apparently part of the grading involved being critiqued by a classmate (blue). And my daughter, being MY daughter after all, had to have the last word.

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And dangit, I want to cry but I also laughed my head off because I KNOW she wrote that response with the exact same eye-rolly sigh that I use. SO my kid, in so many ways.

Being a mother to humans is a confusing and often frightening endeavor that often leaves me feeling either inadequate, elated, or exhausted. It’s a sine curve with an amplitude of a million, which is why on Mothers Day so many of us buy a flower arrangement with the vague disquieting sense of guilt that “this doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Being a pet mom is so much simpler, at least the way I do it. They eat, they go outside, we hang out, no one gets called by the principal. They are a stabilizing force in a world that’s always trying to destabilize you. I came home after that exhausting day, collapsed (barefoot) on the lawn, and let Brody console me with doggy kisses (with his probably gross tongue.) It’s a little more straightforward: Hi, I love you, yep. And for that, I am so grateful. I’m grateful for both experiences, actually; each so different and it makes me appreciate the other all the more.

They love us in their own special way.

They love us in their own special way.

May your highs be every higher and your lows, well, not so bad, and through it all a pet to call your own and make you glad.

-Old Irish Proverb I just made up

Up and Away, by the amazing Brittney Lee

May moms of all shapes, sizes and types have a wonderful Mother’s Day!

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  • Sherry in MT

    Happy Mom’s Day and you are right, being a pet Mom is way easier and I don’t feel I have to worry about what I’m leaving in society (less stress) when I’m gone.

  • Tamara

    I love your Old Irish proverb! I so love being a pet mom. Their love gets me through all the tough times. Of course, since one is a parrot, I’ll have a son living with me when he’s 35 (I hope!), but you can’t win ‘em all ;)

  • Amy Sunnergren

    Give that girl a big hug, please. I can just hear the tone of voice, exasperated and sweet at the same time.

  • K

    OMG I love that kid so much. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAAAAA. It also breaks my heart too she is so sad about Koa. This one hit her hard, Koa was her first heart dog.

  • Jen

    What a fun kiddo! And I must confess, we’ve been called by the “principal,” aka animal control, for our dear little Golden Retriever. Our Trixie is a mere 50 pounds and a tiny little 2.5 years old but she has some serious leg muscles. This past weekend she learned a new skill-jumping over our 4 foot chain link fence into the neighbor’s yard, jumping THAT fence, and frolicking around our neighborhood at 10pm. I better get one heck of a Mother’s Day present from that little stinker!

  • http://twitter.com/UncommonWine Carrie

    Adore this. And I give props to all the moms of human children out there. I don’t know how you do it. I’ll just stick with my fur-children, thank you very much. Cheers to you all!

  • Ramona {Kit Katzz}

    Happy Mothers Day Dr.V
    Your daughter is amazingly special, bless her heart. If not to personal – how old/or grade if you rather? I could never do a teachers job either! Kudo’s to them. My fur-kids always lift my spirit, all I have to do is look at their face and wagging tails.

  • carolk

    I love your daughter’s poem, more especially with her comments. Beautiful, sweet,
    thoughtful. Thank you for sharing.

  • Cathey

    Absolutely LOVE the poem, and the idea that we are ‘moms’ to our pets. I got home from working the flower shop all weekend and Lizzie was kissing me like I’d been gone for years. Even my husband’s not-so-licky golden (go figure!) came over and gave my knees a good wash. Your daughter hasn’t fallen far from the tree and I think that’s a good thing!