This past weekend, I went to visit my friend, Beautiful A, in Texas. Beautiful A is everything you would expect a Texan girl to be. She’s lovely and polite, with a command of hospitality, home décor and lip gloss unlike that of anyone else I know. I’ve never seen her have a bad hair day. And her ability to accessorize is award-worthy.
My reason for visiting Beautiful A was to go meet her second baby girl. Her first, Miss M, is 3 ½ now, and Baby Nugget just turned 1 in December.
I suppose it shouldn’t have been a surprise that Beautiful A would handle motherhood with such grace, patience and vigor. Those are some of her long-time signature moves. But watching her in action—effortlessly holding a baby and diaper bag with one arm while pushing a stroller with the other; mysteriously absorbing yogurt spills into her stylish sundress; attending to her children with unwavering enthusiasm while I pooped out on the couch; whipping up star-shaped peanut butter sandwiches like it was second nature—all made me seriously question whether I have what it takes to ever tackle mommyhood.
Honestly folks, I was exhausted. And I wasn’t even doing anything! She was maneuvering through the days like she had three extra arms and mind-reading abilities, and I was lucky to get my underwear on right-side out.
I just don’t know whether I’m equipped to care for other humans. Which is funny because I’ve been a nanny (for twins), an aunt, and a babysitter many, many times over. But I can’t make babies with stuffy noses stop crying. I can’t drive a car with one knee while handing someone in the backseat a sippy cup. I can’t stay awake when I sit on the couch to watch Monsters Inc.
If only Beautiful A would start a Mommy Academy I could attend.
I would think if she read this, she would tell me that these sorts of skill sets develop over time. Than anyone can evolve to be a gorgeous, five-star nurturer/multi-tasker. I did make dinner, do laundry and clean up cat barf last night. Perhaps that's a start…