Favorite Mother Moments

This weekend, my daughter and I were working a row of weeds.  Actually several rows, but since I promised her we’d only tackle one row a day—the trick to securing her continued return—I was doing the bulk of the weeding.  Which I don’t mind.  Surrounded by sprouts and vegetables in varying stages of growth, I feel productive, the weather is sunny, warm with a light breeze.  Life is good!

When she rose from her aisle of hay and exclaimed, “All done!”

I had to smile.  The relief on her face was too funny—and predictable—and I couldn’t help but tease, “Already?  Wow.”  I surveyed her handiwork.  “You’re amazing.  How about another?”

Mom,” she replied sternly, slapping a dirt-covered hand to her hip.  “You promised.  Only one row.”

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“I know, I know.”  I chuckled.  “It was worth a try.”  Dismissed, she trotted off to find her brother.

 Only to return an hour later.  Kneeling down in the row beside me, she began to pick at weeds.  I glanced at her, surprised.  “What are you doing?  I thought you were finished weeding.”

“I am,” she reassured.  “But I’m bored, so I thought I’d come help.”

I sat back on my heels.  “You’re always welcome to help.  In fact,” I added, “I like being in the garden with you, just us girls.”

This drew a smile from her, but she maintained focus on her task.  I resumed my leaf pluck expedition down a line of lettuce and together we worked in silence until she murmured, “Mom, you are Superwoman.”

My heart sung!  My spirit soared!  “Superwoman?”  I tried to conceal my glee. I mean—could it be trueShe finally noticed?

She nodded.

Warmed by the sentiment, I smiled, flattered she noticed.  It’s because I’ve devoted my life to you, isn’t it?  I’ve signed on to be Girl Scout leader, always offer to be school volunteer, ever the reliable athletics chaperone…  

Basking in the glow of my daughter’s admiration, my imagination frittered about, enthralled with a sense of validation, honor, and the glorious reward for my years of dedication. 

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That’s when I lost all sense of good judgment and replied, “That’s so sweet.  But you know, baby doll, I’m not Superwoman.”  I didn’t want her to invest any time in unrealistic goals and expectations for herself, her future, so I told her, “I’m just a woman, doing what she loves.”

Her expression twisted in confusion.  “You love weeding?”

I pulled back.  “Weeding?”  Now we were both confused.  “No…”  My hands fell to my sides,  landing in dirt.  “I was referring to your Superwoman comment.”


“Why did you say I was Superwoman?” I asked, but could feel the hoe slicing through the air, its blade headed straight for me. 

“Cause you have endurance!  I don’t know any mom who could weed as much as you!”

Ouch.  Bubble-filled fantasies popped.  My ego deflated.  There’s a kick in the rear.

But as those innocent green eyes held me in their gaze, I knew I couldn’t be upset.  I had to take her at her word—the one she meant to be a compliment.  And while it may not have been the one I had hoped, it was her own, and wholly genuine.  Heartfelt. 

It doesn’t get any better than that.

Rising from my knees, I walked over and placed a kiss on the top of her head.  “Thank you, baby.  I appreciate that, and it was kind of you to say.”

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She beamed, pleased with herself.  I grinned, heartened by her self-contentment.  Both of us were satisfied with the moment, the kind which may prove scarce as she grows into adolescence. 

So me, I took my lump of sugar when and where I could—as any smart mother would.  One never knows when the next batch will arrive!

After all, it’s the life called mother.  Have any moments to share? 🙂

Posted on February 11, 2013, in Blog Posts and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Beautiful moment, Diane. But, don’t despair, she’ll realize you are Superwoman one day. It won’t be until she has kids of her own, but it’ll happen.:)

  2. That is such a precious story, bringing a tear to my eye then a chuckle when I read further. Yesterday my daughter wanted me to buy her fast food at dinner time because she was hungry. But she had to add, “Then we can go park somewhere and just talk, you know, girl time?” Well, she got me with that one. So I went and bought her curly fries at Jack in the Box and we parked near the water and talked while she ate those gross french fries – yuck – but I enjoyed my time with my 14-year-old…

  3. May I share my lump of sugar?! http://wp.me/p1O652-GX this is the link… It is a lovely bubble we don’t want to burst! Enjoy it and be aware of the fact that it may have nothing to do with what we are imagining 🙂

  4. My 13 year old daughter has just started to talk to me about things “woman to woman.” She doesn’t use those terms, but I can tell in her tone and her body language that she’s confiding in me. I like this new direction, but I’m not naive enough to think I’ll be in her inner circle forever.

    Thanks for sharing a nice time in your life.

    • So true. My daughter turns 13 next month and where she’s curious now, I realize she’s already garnering much of her information from her friends and media sources. Hopefully her father and I will remain her overriding influence. 🙂

  5. What a beautiful story, Dianne. And I personally think that she her reference to you being superwoman went far beyond the weeding, even if at this point, it is still only subconscious. She recognizes that you’re superwoman in more ways than weeding your garden. 🙂

  6. I love this post so much. Thanks for sharing the experience!

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