A Good Mother Day

I had a good mother day at the park this afternoon. Instead of being an unorganized mess, I actually had my shit together.

When we arrived, a fellow mom and friend was struggling with an extraordinarily shitty child (the child’s diaper was shitty, I’m not calling her child shitty as in bad).

“You look like you could you some extra wipes,” I observe, whipping some out.

We parked the stroller and Cakes ran off with her ball, bucket and shovel, all of which I remembered to bring.

A short time later she was hungry and I gave her a rice cake and some water. When all the children gathered ‘round like seagulls, I was able to share, as I’d brought the whole package.

When Cakes became too hot with her long-sleeved undershirt beneath her hipster tee I was able to remove it as I had remembered the suntan lotion. She wore the hat that was on her head instead of on the closet floor at home.

Some other kid hit Cakes while her mother was busy chatting. I comforted her (Cakes).

Some other kid stole her pail and shovel. I magnanimously said not to worry.

When I noticed Cakes had a river of snot running from her nose into her mouth, I was able to wipe it away with a crumpled tissue (only used about twice) I had stowed in my pocket.

Two years into this gig and I’ve finally got it down.