Mommy. MOMMMMMY! Mom.
I hear this title, this name so often that even at PetCo I turn around. Like a momma bird, we know the sound of our children's voices- their tones- the pitch of their whines. But when I hear "mommy" or "mom' I can't help but turn around no matter where I am.
It's built in to my internal being. I didn't always want to be a mom/mommy/mother early in my life. Remember, I had the world to see- even if it was from NYC's highest rooftop or by subway. My friends who had children early in their marriages, I almost felt pity for. I have no idea why I felt pity, maybe "Pity" was my armor NOT to marry-get prego-and wear stretchy pants. They were wonderful mothers. They were patient and loving. Passionate about the full time CEO- Mother.
It wasn't until much later in my life that becoming one of the CEO's made an impact.
I knew you needed a father- and that wasn't happening anytime during my mid 20's .... let's just say by the time I climbed the age ladder to 30- that would be a perfect time to begin my transformation to Social Treasure to CEO. And you need to have a Father. yes, that's important.
I love babies. They smelled so fresh, of course baby powder helps- as if you could shake their crinkles and wrinkles out- you would smell linen. White frilly linen.
I enjoy working with young children. They are honest, innocent and entertaining.
Adorable. Lovable. Precious.
I'm now a CEO. Been one for quite a few years. Almost 16+ years.
Those memories of my Social Treasure position come back from time to time..... I smile remembering the days where I had something called "Time". You know what that is- where you place yourself on your very own calendar- your own alarm clock- your own pretty white crystal quartz wrist watch. Lunch with a gal pal. Hair appointments. And don't forget sleeping in from time to time. ah...yes.
Then a noise comes from a distance- snapping me out of my cloudiness.
MOM. MOMMY. MOMMMMMMMY!
Football Superstar and I enjoy the life of CEO. We share this position for the most part.
We are partners in this firm. We have board meetings. minus the power point presentations, however I would vote for one once in a while!
Parenting doesn't come with directions or instructions. There is a manual however and that comes either in King James or NIV here in our home. But I will say- there are those moments when that manual throws a curve ball at me of Truth. Hit's me dead center and I don't have my catchers mitt on.
I found a book my mother had in her room- "It Takes A Village". Hillary Rodham Clinton.
I'm about half way- and there are pages where I feel my own mother wrote the words I read.
If anything- it does take a Village to help raise our children. And in that village live family members, friends and teachers. Cousins. Playmates. Pastors or Priest.
I miss the days of values from my neighborhood. Where everyone knew your name. When they looked after you- even if it was only because you were walking from one street light to another.
Football Superstar and I are planning on rebuilding our village.
I ask you...... who lives in your village.... and are they willing to stand by your children?
From one CEO to another-