|Me in High School, circa Y2K|
No, I wasn't waiting to take college entrance exams or anticipating an awful Physics final...I was waiting for one of my high school Math team competitions to begin. I actually volunteered for this. The moderator said "GO!" and my heartbeat accelerated as I turned over the tiny sheet of paper on my desk. There were 6 advanced algebra problems and I had 5 minutes to complete them.
Four and a half minutes later, after some frantic scribbling and graph doodling on my calculator, I finished the problem set and took a deep breath. Done. My score was added to the scores of each person on my team. Fortunately, I did not fail miserably and our team came in 2nd place!
So how on Earth does this relate to being a Mom? Math team taught me:
- It wasn't just about me anymore. If I had blown off preparation for the Math Team meets and performed poorly, my team would likely have lost. When Carina came screaming into this world, I felt the same sort of responsibility. This tiny little person relies on me for everything. I can't spend my time doing whatever I please anymore; I need to read to her, talk to her, play with her, and come quickly when she cries so she will be a happy baby and develop into a well-adjusted and bright little girl. If I fail to do any of the above, she will suffer - now, or in the future.
- To finish 6 problems in 5 minutes, you had to think quickly. There was not enough time to pause, hesitate, or second guess yourself. Thinking quickly has definitely come in handy a number of times in my brief career as a Mommy. While napping on me once or twice, Carina has spit up the entire contents of her stomach on my chest. No time to sit back and curse my good fortune as the chunks ran down my bra...I had to come up with a plan of attack before the couch was destroyed. You can't hesitate when poop starts pouring out of diaper leg holes. It will cover her outfit as well as yours, and probably the carpet if you don't act fast enough.
- I always brought three pencils to the meets; just in case the first one got dull and the second one broke. When purchasing baby gear, I erred on the side of having too many rather than too few. So we have at least three changing pad covers, boppy slipcovers, My Brest Friend covers, sheets, sheet savers, and pack and play sheets. Can't run the risk of having Carina spit up on one and then pee on the other before I have time to get laundry done. I am so thankful I have three of everything!
Did you learn any helpful tips or strategies for motherhood in an unlikely place?
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