Ya know that scene in
the Martix where Neo gets shot all to hell and he’s lying there dead against
the wall and Trinity is all “You can’t die, because I love you” then he pulls
himself up and out of death. Then, with
a whispered “No,” he stops the bullets in midair and becomes ‘The One’… Ya know, this one:
Well, I’d like to draw
some parallels between this scene and a sick and/or pregnant Mommy. Now, while I’m making the comparison in good
humor, there is some real truth behind it.
There is no time to be
sick when you’re a Mom. It’s a shame we
Moms can’t banish a cold like Neo stops bullets. And it’s a shame we don’t get the theatrical
and empowering background music when we heave ourselves off the couch to change
a diaper. And I, for one, think it’s a
shame we can’t fly (though I still think that’s the cheesiest part of that
movie).
When Sam is crying or
needs to be fed, changed, cuddled, or consoled, I cannot just lie there…
dead. No matter how riddled with bullets
I may feel. As a Mom, when your child
needs you, there really is no other response than to do whatever they need you
to do. Particularly at this young
age. You just sit up, whisper “no” to
your sick body, and push through. Fix
the snack, fill the water bottle, sooth the achy new teeth, read the story
sixty times, and ignore your own runny nose.
And that’s just what we
do as a parent. It doesn’t come with the
glory of saving the world, the praise and adoration from the entire human race,
or a puffed up title of ‘The One’.
But I’m ‘The Mom’… and
I like that label much better.
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