Never Forget: Mom Is Job One

With apologies to Ford Motor Corp., I was bluntly reminded of the fact that no matter what other jobs I have or things I have to do, being a mom to Charlie and Oscar is the number one thing I am here right now to do.

And this week that meant touring middle schools and filling out enrollment packages, figuring out new treatments for a small boy’s middle-of-the-night asthma attack (and being reminded of what it’s like to be sleep-deprived: not loving the memory), and taking my 7-year-old to a plastic surgeon to get 3 stitches in a nasty cut on his lip. All in a mom’s week.

Sure, we rode in the elevator with Cher and helped her dodge some of the paps (not this one), and yes, we got Sprinkles cupcakes to cheer us all up after the trauma (of the lip, not Cher), but there’s nothing better than knowing your son can breathe well through the night.

So if I haven’t responded to your email, or you’re waiting for a call back from me — now you know why.