There is one moment that every mother fears, that point in time when something happens that causes her and she realizes that she is not indispensable to her family. I had that moment recently, and it wasn’t pretty. While recovering from surgery I was forced to watch my family survive without me for a couple of weeks. Meals, homework, housekeeping,  bathtime and braids….all successfully completed without my control help. How did that happen? That’s not how things are supposed to go when I am laid up? The house is supposed to fall into shambles while hubby and children aimlessly wander through the weekly schedule marvelling at how Mommy can do THIS every week with such polish and pizazz. Did they miss the memo?

More than the discomfort of physical healing was the damage to my ego when I realized that my family could not only accomplish all the daily tasks that I usually take care of, but they would need to take care of me also. I had to learn to be dependent; which included help with my personal needs, meals to be made and brought to me and I had to let others do my chores their way, not mine. That’s not easy when you are used to being the Queen of your castle.

On the other hand, it was nice to stay in my pyjamas and snuggle in bed watching movies with my little ones. I got some unprecedented time to read a few novels for several hours straight (an absolute blessing!) Plus, after spending all day staring at the bedroom walls, it was such a delight to see the kids after school, especially when I didn’t have to be the one to make them pick up their toys. I also got to take a break from my role as dishwasher, laundress, taxi driver, cook and shopper for a couple of weeks. So I guess it wasn’t such a bad trade after all…temporarily of course!