While looping a large rubber band around my extra-large dog leash to create something to hang my dog’s poo bag holder from, wondering why I had to do this, I had an epiphany…and answered my own question. I’m the mom, therefore, I have no other alternative but to be crafty!
Calm Down & Call Mom
What I mean by this is that I’m a fixer of all things. If there’s a problem, I solve it {except for the case of the sock monster}. I seem to be the only one in this household that can come up with a crafty solution, on the spot, for almost anything! Set up clay-mation? Sure. Speak dog? Totally, it’s my second language. Make your map for social studies look 2,000 years old? Check. How to effectively get blood out of anything? No problem. Need to whip up dinner with no food in the house? I’m on it. You ripped your leotard and you have class in an hour? I know what to do! You lost your keys {again}? I found them, in the weirdest place {again}. Bee sting? Party decor? Broken headband? I got you covered. I would go ahead and feel exceptionally special and unique, but for the obvious fact that there are thousands and thousands of mothers out there, doing what I do, every darn day! And, I’m going to boldly speak for all the moms out there and say it’s because, “family, I love you.”
You’re Mrs. Fixit
Think about it. Just for a minute. You’re “Mrs. Fixit”. Think about the last 24 hours….your husband lost something, found something or broke something. Your child was working on a project or got stuck on something {or IN something, depending on your kid}. What did you do? You fixed it, in some mind-boggling way that perplexes the very essence of man. YOU. And ME. I’ll just come right out and say it, we’re awesome.
