Motherhood, Art, Creative Play, and Finding Joy in Everyday Life

Mimi to the Rescue


I startled awake Thursday morning from the severe stabbing pain in my back. (This injury is a lot like someone broke off a blade in my trapezius muscle, and it remains in there, twisting and jabbing its way deeper into my body.) The first thing I realized was that I had fallen asleep on the couch the night before (due to the grogginess caused by medication). The second was that I was stuck. Unable to move. I could not stand, and could barely even breathe from the pain.

I began to panic. Simon was in his crib calling to me, and Jeramy had not yet returned home. I knew I would have to retrieve the baby, but was caught in a trap.

At that moment, as I was about to cry, Jeramy began to turn his key in the door. He came to my rescue, retrieving my medication for me, and easing me into a seated position before going to get our son and see to his needs. Unfortunately, Jeramy was a walking zombie from missing out on sleep in order to help me out the day before. He, too, was barely functioning. We were in a parenting pickle, and knew we needed to call in for reinforcements.

My Mother was our savior today. She came over and spent the day with us, allowing Jeramy to get some sleep and me to try to heal. She changed the diapers, washed the dishes, tended the laundry, played with the child, and even started sewing some new curtains for the living room.

Even as a twenty-nine year old woman, I still seek out the comfort of my parents in times of turmoil. Whether I be physically ill, or emotionally stressed, after my husband they are who I turn to next. I trust that their advice is always for my best interest, and I find a sense of strength knowing that through my life, no matter what happens, they are there for me, my husband, and my child.

It is amazing, isn’t it, how even once we become grown-ups ourselves, having a parent care for you when you are hurt or ill can make you feel childlike and safe?

I hope I can provide the same experience for Simon. I want him to go through life knowing that no matter where he may travel, or what life has in store for him, he can always know that his parents support him. I am thankful to have such a good example.

Trying on big people shoes with help from his Mimi


Author: thismummaslife

I am a Mumma, Wife and part-time Assistant Children's Librarian. I want this blog to be a collection of moments from daily life that may inspire or be relatable. Please feel free to leave me comments, thoughts, feedback or stories from your own life.

2 thoughts on “Mimi to the Rescue

  1. I love “mimi”. I’m totally stealing it when I become a grandma. Hopefully that won’t be for a long, long time. 🙂 Hope you feel better.

    • My mom knew she didn’t want to be called “grandma” but wasn’t sure what she would go by. One day at the grocery store, a child mistook her for his Mimi and when he called her by that she thought it was perfect. 🙂 Simon seems to think so, and it is an easy one for little kids to say.

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