So today on a school day we are up earlier than normal because we are traveling in a caravan with some school parents as our beloved school has qualified for the State Football championship. Today I have officially taken the entire day off, to attend this game with my girls.
This week has been exhausting with some huge business requirements on us, some unbelievable experiences with former contractors/employees and on top of that the usual parent demands in having a successful school week for my young daughters.
So as I’m driving to the nearest Starbucks for some artificial energy on the drive to Orlando this morning, I’m sitting up a bit taller and mentally patting myself on the back as I believe this latest effort of mine has surely solidified my place as a “mother of the year” finalist. As I bask in this realization it most definitely feels like I’ll be surely nominated.
Then reality comes back into my psyche, along with these thoughts of grandeur, I look back to this past summer vacation with two of my best “mom” friends and their daughters, Jeanette and Raj. I remember how we embarrassed our daughters in Leavenworth Washington, by dancing in public in front of them at an outdoor restaurant along a busy tourist street, when eventually all our daughters joined in dance with us.
I begin to think about how each of us, mom’s that do everything in our respective powers to provide amazing academic opportunities and privilege lives for our daughters, we smother our girls with love to the point of our exhaustion, when what in the end I believe is the greatest gift we can give our girls was that we danced for them last summer.
We danced for them as if we hadn’t a care in the world!
The why, is that even with all the pressures the three of us professional working mother’s, A judge, A physician and a CEO, each one of us have learned with these demanding careers how to balance what we can in order to keep our attitude positive and we have learned in our early/mid forties that all we do has to be done in perspective and keeping your perspective given all of life’s trials, is the single most important thing we can teach our daughters!
We danced that night in Leavenworth because our lives are being lived in “perspective”.
That perspective is that life flies by and there isn’t anything more important than that time and space when we are present with our daughters.
I hope that my daughters will grow up remembering that they had a mom who got up at every opportunity and danced, whether I embarrassed them, embarrassed myself or not!