The first time I got the call from daycare I was in between clients at the Counseling Center. He'd felt fine that morning but his breakfast made a repeat appearance before nap time.
I steadied my voice, said I'd be there as soon as possible. But inside I was anything but steady.
This was a test, taking care of a stomach-sick child, and I was on my own because my husband was gone overnight.
It was a motherhood test.
I passed. That day I walked across the bridge and made it to the other side.
Motherhood tests us in so many ways.
Do our actions match our words? Do we mean it when we say it?
Can we handle the late nights, the early mornings, the bathrooms filled with steam so the baby's cough will loosen?
When they ask us if we've ever tried this, done that, felt that way, what will we tell them? The truth?
And when they're picked on, singled out, making mistakes, learning on their own, how will we cope?
So much of our lives is turned toward them. The sewing of costumes, the construction of volcanoes that will spew forth foam like lava.
The worry, the hope, the empathy, the unrelenting pressure of love.
But once in a while we can shine the light on ourselves.
We cross the bridge every day, one foot in front of the other. One test at a time.
What will the subject be today?
Mary Lauren Weimer is a social worker turned mother turned blogger. She's pursuing a career as a freelance writer, and her work has been published in Sleet Magazine and featured on many popular websites. Her blog, My 3 Little Birds, focuses on the small reflections - MOMents - in each day that make life beautiful. Follow her on Twitter and Facebook!