I Am Not a Napkin
Around this time of year I generally do a bit of reflecting about all the things that I am...a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend. I think about these positions, the expectations that come with them, how I'm filling them, and I look for areas where improvements can be made.
It's also inevitable that I think about things that I'm not. This year, there's one particular thing that I am not, but my child can't seem to get it into her head that this is the case.
My Daughter: "Momma, I need something to wipe my hands."
Me: "I'll get you a napkin."
My Daughter: (Silence. Walks over to me and wipes her hands on my pants or sweater or whatever article of clothing has been most recently dry cleaned. She's got an uncanny ability to pick that item above all others.) "Never mind."
Me: "Why did you just do that? Do I look like a napkin!"
My Daughter: "Yes."
Me: "Well, I'm not a napkin."
My Daughter: "Yes you are." (She then breaks into fits of giggles.)
Continue reading Eden's post over at NYC Moms Blog.
