D is for Daughter and Driver

Mothers come in all shapes, sizes and temperaments.  The can be youthful or more wisened. They are married or they’re not. They can be birth mothers, adoptive mothers or stepmoms. They may stay at home or work away from the house and parent with the help of a daycare, a nanny or possibly a partner who is at home. No two moms are the same, but most of them have the same two things in common, they were once somebody’s daughter and eventually there will be a moment in their lives where they will become a professional driver a la chauffeur, or by extension, some sort of transportation provider.

No matter what type of mom you are, you have been a daughter.  A loving one? a rebellious one? a helpful one? a misunderstood one? one of many? the only?  No matter how you parent, some of that previous parenting has rubbed off on you. Perhaps you become the lax mom having been the daughter of a the strict household. Maybe you became the sporty mom because your mom took you to every practice and game. You’re the mom on all the committees because your mom had to work and was never on any. You’re the mom who works because your mom was home and always on all the committees. It’s a complex and at times confusing relationship that continues long after we live in the homes of our mothers and start to care for our own daughters and sons.

For most of us, ‘mom’ is also synonymous with driver.  Soccer, school, hockey, ballet, skating, skiing, brownies, guides, scouts, cubs, the mall, the gym, the pool, for ice cream, new shoes, batteries, cue cards and bristol board. Moms are so recognized as the drivers of the family that vehicles have been created for us, focus groups developed, mass marketing and ad campaigns designed to make sure we have the perfect vehicle for our sporty travels, with the safest in family brakes and cup holders and captains chairs to make space to prevent fights. Even Superbowl advertising dollars recognize that moms drive the cars, so why is that when Dad gets in, mom is always relegated to the passenger seat?

D can also stand for desperate in our love for our children and desire to make sure that nothing ever hurts them; delayed, as in the act of mothering can often delay other pursuits, as in an urbanmoms blog perhaps….. Don’t, usually followed by touch, or put that in your mouth or hit or bite or…you fill i hte rest. And darn it!!!! I had another list of d’s but it seems to have gotten mixed up with turkey weekend to-do list which I cannot dig up at the moment, so I’ll finish with one final ‘d’ word, Done!

Please send some E’s!!!!!