a mother's work is never done. we are life coaches, personal shoppers, stylists, housekeepers, nurses (bed pan = diaper in my book), butlers, chefs, and personal assistants to our kids. i have a new job title to add to my resume: chauffeur. dina goes to school 7 days a week. here is her schedule:
monday - K, ballet
tuesday - K, soccer practice
wednesday - K (don't be fooled - I have to drive A to her program on Wed and Thurs)
thursday - K
friday - K
saturday - soccer game, farsi school
sunday - latvian school
since alex has a crazy, inconsistent schedule - much of the chauffeuring duties fall on me.
(note to self: next time you decide to marry a doctor, make sure he's a dermatologist - he'll be home by 5pm every day, never be on call, and you'll be wrinkle-free.)
i can't even imagine what would happen if i ever got a DWI or had to amputate my right leg. my poor kid would not be well-rounded and thus not get into any good colleges, and possibly reside with me forever. *double shudder* (note to self: lay off the vodka on girl's night out, unless you've hired your own chauffeur.)
12 years ago i saw a fortune teller in iran, who told me that one of my future kids would be a soccer star (never mind that this same person said i would give birth to a boy and a girl). so i'm thinking my little soccer sensation could be D. she shows some promise in the video above. i have a feeling A is going to be a wrestler or football player - but she could be my ticket to a college soccer scholarship, because D is just so dainty.
as a parent, you live vicariously through your kids and sign them up for activities/sports that you wish you had done as a child. mom and dad: thanks for the gymnastics, ice-skating (mom's dreams), violin, piano, and santoor (dad's dreams), but they really weren't my thang. my dreams for the girls: guitar or piano, basketball, soccer, art, persian dancing, karate and languages.
i have to introduce the girls to everything (exhausting myself in the process) and eventually let them decide what they like best. as kids get older, some of the roles i mentioned above will certainly diminish. (you better believe my duties as a housekeeper, butler, and stylist will (this last one i will forego kicking and screaming). but i know that for the next 11-14 years of my life, i will be a driver to my kids until they get their licenses. i may even have to buy a van down the road (*shudder*) - as a 3rd car of course if i want to partake in some car-pooling action with other moms in my boat. (are you loving the transportation references?) i can't even think about incorporating A's future activities into my daily schedule, for fear that i may have a thelma and louise moment and drive my car over a cliff (unless of course i meet brad pitt along the way.)
hold up, tbone, don't be knockin the VAN! you know you love it!
ReplyDeleteand dina was playing great! way to go!!!
you're right. i did secretly like your van. i miss our friendly family soccer games. now that we have the addition of two awesome blonde players, we should set up a game!!
ReplyDeleteSoo cute! I love how Dina nods her head emphatically as Alex is calling her name at the beginning of the video, like "I know, Dad. I will score a goal, OK?"
ReplyDeletego go go go dina go! hilarious. 11-14 years huh?? hmmm. i thought dina will not be allowed to drive till the age of 18? ;)
ReplyDeleteto eshghe mani Taraneh. vaghti inha ra mikhonam koli mikhandam va koli delam barat tang mishe va delam mikhad pishet bodam on lahze va baghalet mikardam va mibosidamet.
ReplyDeletecolleen - there will be many "my parents are totally embarrassing me" moments in her future. :)
ReplyDeletenegar - you're right. i forgot about that rule i came up with- which makes me even more depressed.
bahareh - kheily dooset daram. pasho biya paloo man.