Not On My Watch
The alarm went off at 4:45AM. By 5:20 we were on the road.
Wind-blown, covered in dust and the distinctive smell of horse everywhere, it was nearly 3 o’clock in the afternoon before we were back home.
She was off to shriek into the phone to her friends and grandparents. It was her first blue ribbon and her first reserve grand champion.
I quickly got ready to meet with yet another building contractor. He would be here any minute. I was crossing my fingers that maybe he would finally be the one to take on this project. It’s too small of a job for most people to be bothered with. It’s nothing to them, but his is our home and to me it’s everything.
At 5pm I slid into the tub. Ahhh, the power of warm water. I was ready for a long soak.
Soon, there’s a heavy, hurried knock on the bathroom door. “Mom. I’m hungry and there’s nothing to eat. When are we having dinner? I’m really hungry.”
“Ok. I’ll be out in a minute” I replied, begrudgingly.
Her brother and I are at the table. Waiting.
“Did she hear you call her for dinner?”
“Yes,” he grunted in that way only 14 yr old boys can do, mustering a generation of disdain in one guttural sound.
We start without her. Eventually she appears.
Her dinner half-eaten, she pushes her plate to the center of the table. “I’m done. Can we go now? Sarah’s waiting for me.”
“Are you kidding me? I thought you were starving? You barely ate anything. I got out of the tub to get dinner ready for you and…” I stammered.
Without pause, she looked straight at me and said, “I didn’t ask you to get out of the tub. I said I was hungry. You chose to get out. Don’t put that on me.”
She was right. Infuriatingly right.
And here I was, facing that blurry line, again — the line between service and martyrdom.
I chose.
To put being a mom before self—when it absolutely wasn’t necessary.
It was not “on her” as she said, but that’s right where I put it. The unspoken implied guilt: Look, I got out of the tub to cook dinner for you. You should be grateful.
Ouch.
Generational patterns in motion, perpetuating the lie that “I should” always comes before “I need.”
No. Not today. Not on my watch. She will not learn this from me.
I look at her, exasperated, and with wounded pride. “You’re right. You’re exactly right. I’ll take you to Sarah’s as soon as I’m done eating. Please put your plate in the sink.”
As she hurries out of the car she calls back, “Thanks for dinner mom. Bye. I love you.”
First published December 2018