How She Does It – Mother’s Day Contest Entry
“How does she stay so calm?” I have mentally asked myself this question plenty of times. While I am hyperventilating, she still manages to act like a normal human being.
My brother is a hyperactive package of heart-attacks-waiting-to-happen wrapped up in a wiry, lanky kid. When he was three, he climbed on top of our car; just a few months ago he fell into a river, a deeper-than-he-can-stand-in river, but he picked flowers for her to try and compensate for the fact that he was soaked, so that made it all okay.
I don’t know how she is still sane; I still get all hyped up when he smashes something or does something COMPLETELY INSANE, but somehow she knows how to handle it.
I am convinced that my mom is a superhero. I mean, how else could she deal with my brother, sister, and me? I (for one) know very well that I am an extremely difficult person. What with my mood swings, constant nagging, and paranoid personality, I can hardly stand to be around myself, so I don’t know how she does it. And besides that, she manages to single-handedly run this circus show that we call our house.
Like all teenagers, I can’t wait to move out. I want my freedom and my space. But when I really think about life without my mom (aka cook, laundry lady, cleaner, therapist, psychiatrist, and counselor), it gives me a headache. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that the fridge won’t refill itself, the laundry won’t wash itself, and the house won’t clean itself, unless I actually do all of it—myself!
It’s a horrifying thought, and it leads me into thinking things like: “Why grow up at all?” or “Living with your mom your whole life doesn’t sound THAT bad.”
I have a little nervous breakdown when the store runs out of my favorite chips and I have to actually make a decision! Good thing I still have a while to learn about the big, bad world.
I’d like to let all you mothers know that there is kid over here who thinks you are incredible. I really don’t think I could ever handle the stuff you go through; the responsibility or stress and the list goes on and on. It really amazes me how you can turn a house into a home, crying into laughter, and take care of us little bundles of trouble.
Happy Mother’s Day.
About Charlotte Storm: My name is Charlotte and I’m 15 years old. I love to write and create my own little worlds in my head. My crazy family is often the fuel for my writing and my inspiration.
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Posted on May 2, 2014, in Mother's Day, Siblings, Writing Contest and tagged childhood, children, memories, Mother's Day, parenting, writing contest, writing contest entry. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.