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I read different stories and poems, but it seemed that everything I read irritated me more, kind of like some Mother’s Day talks when you fell like such a failure as a mother. I finally decided one night after about a week and a half of searching, to write my own story. So here it is. It’s called, “A typical day after school.” By me, Allie LeBaron.
“Come on little boys, we’ve got to go pick up the kids.” Talor hates his car seat so the screaming begins. Tanner is dropping all of his toys that I wish he would just leave home. “Hurry Tanner, get in, we’ve go to go!”
As I’m driving down the road, nearing the school, I notice the girls trying to out run each other, they both fight for the front seat.
“I get the front seat!”
“No you don’t, I do, you always get it.”
“Both of you get in the back.”
“I hate you McCall,” says Madison
“You’re grounded Madison” I say.
“Not again” she mumbles, “Can I get it off if I’m really, really good?”
“ I doubt it” I say to myself, “we’ll see,” I say out loud.
McCall starts chattering to Talor in her very own made up language, and in her very LOUD voice. “Hi Tay Tay, Hi Tay Tay, a doodle whala lash la loo ta dee.
As we reach the middle school, I pull over to pick up Tate. Trevor is at TASAL making up homework.
Tate hops in and says, “Scoot over dork!!”
“Tate, why are you so rude?” I say
“You’re the Dork!” Madison shoots back.
“You’re all dorks!” I think to myself
“I’m late for dance!!” McCall ROARS.
“Get in your seat belts for heavens sake.” I say
“Where’s the cop?” Tanner softly says and he stands up on the seat.
“Sit down you Idiot!” says Tate
“Tate!” I say firmly.
“Well he is.”
I pull over to drop McCall off at dance. “McCall, get out, hurry you’re late”
“Who’s picking me up?”
“ I don’t know, probably me, just go, and be descent!
When we finally get home the rat race continues.
“What’s my work?’
Am I still grounded?
Practice your piano
I don’t want to my hand hurts
Who has homework let’s get that started.
What’s this problem?
I don’t get it!
I need help first!
I’ve got to go get Trevor
Talor hears the word ‘go’ and says, “I go I go pease?”
I drive down to the school and pick up Trevor. He gets in and I ask, “How’d that go? Did you get everything done that you needed to?”
“No, gosh, school’s so stupid, I hate math”
“Do you have homework?”
“Ahhhh, yeah. I have practice in forty minutes, I never have time to play!”
“Whaa,” I think to myself.
Once back at home, it’s like I never left, they’re all still at it.
“Mom, I’m hungry”
“Talor bit me”
“Mom can I play yet?”
“What’s for dinner?”
“Tate is teasing me.”
“Talor’s poopy”
“Mom, come wipe my bum!!”
“I’ve got to go get Cally.”
“Mom telephone”
“Oh yeah, Mom, I have an editorial due tomorrow, it needs to be typed. Two pages.
“What?, how long have you known about this?”
“Before Christmas.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!!” This house is a wreck!
Later that night, as I lay in bed, my mind goes from one child to the next. I can’t help but think, that Trevor is struggling with this, Tate’s struggling with that, Madison- Math, McCall-good grief. And is Tanner even ready for Kindergarten? And if Talor gets into the vaseline, lotion, ointment, or whatever else I think I’ll loose my mind.
I feel overwhelmed and think, how can I do it all? Where do I start? Who’s problem is most serious? Then there’s Brad…….Who’s Brad??
My life is exhausting. Is it rewarding? Some would say, No. How could it be? Me, I say, sometimes. The rewards usually aren’t recognized soon enough, but when they come, it is incredible. Something as simple as getting a phone call from a teacher who says, ‘You know, she’s really been struggling with math, but she came running into school all excited saying, “I get it, my mom helped me last night and now I get it.” Or last night after an incredibly crazy day, bedtime of course and Trevor says,” Oh yeah, I have homework.” There’s usually nothing I can do to help him with his math, but I sat down to merely keep him company, and work on my talk. To no avail, Trevor asked. “Do you think you can help me with these fractions? probably not.” I looked at my watch, I usually call one of my siblings for help. It was after ten o’clock. I quickly said a prayer asking for help that I might remember my fractions. To both of our surprise, I was able to help him. As I sent him to bed, he stopped and said, ‘Thanks mom, you really helped me a lot.” There was my reward.
Sometimes I feel like my life is my children’s alone, that there is nothing left for me. But as I evaluate my life and think about these children I have, I feel so blessed. I feel grateful for the opportunity to be a wife and mother. That there is no greater call for me right now than to be a great mom.
The Bible says it perfectly. It really hit me when I read it. It reads in John 6:38; “For I came down from heaven not to do my own will, but the will of him that sent me.
I am here and I feel like I am doing my best to do his will, by being a mom, having, raising and trying to do my best to teach my children. The rewards are far greater than the challenges-just not as often.
I love and am so grateful for the opportunity to be a wife and mother, and I believe that with Heavenly Fathers help, I can do it, AND, enjoy it.
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