Who is the mother?
By Pam Sherman | June 4, 2008
So I’m sitting at the lacrosse field not watching a scrimmage, which I guess is like a game because it required that I stay and show face to my daughter on the field. I stil don’t get it, because they aren’t even playing against another team, just other kids they know. Suddenly I hear, “Pam she’s down.” And my daughter is lying on the field screaming and crying in pain. Everyone is looking at me like I know what to do. Isn’t that up to the actual adults watching the game, who might have seen the injury occur? And then I heard it, a woman in an official coat looking out at the field says, “Is the Mother here?” The Mother. That’s me. It was like an out of body experience. I’m the mother. I asked permission to run to my daughter who was still crying on the field. Am I the mother if I don’t know whether to immediately run to my daughter’s aid on the field? Am I the mother if I didn’t actually see how she fell because I wasn’t paying attention because I resent that I’m constantly sitting on fields watching games I DON’T UNDERSTAND? Am I the mother if I’m helplessly standing over my daughter and I cannot get her to stand up and I have to get the coaches to help me? Oh yea. I’m THE MOTHER. I am the mother who fixed her supposed dramatic concussion with two scoops of ice cream and two Advil at bed. I’m the mother who told her ‘DON’T BE SO DRAMATIC PICK YOURSELF UP SO I DON’T HAVE TO THINK I HAVE TO TAKE YOU TO AN EMERGENCY ROOM.” I’m the mother who wasn’t watching and who feels really really guilty. That’s how I know I”m the mother. My guilt quotient is off the charts. Oh yea, I’m the mother and I didn’t see a thing.
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June 5th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
You are a great storyteller! I am curious to know what type of shoes you were wearing while running to you daughter’s aid. All the best and I am looking forward to your next blog post.
June 5th, 2008 at 2:51 pm
Oh silk high heels don’t you know. TY