Mom Lesson: No One Does It Like We Can

Mother looking at her sleeping baby head to head in a hospital bed

When I played high school softball, I would come home famished from after school workouts, and my mom always had a salad and ham sandwich waiting for me. Now, I’m not a picky person; I like my salads simple: lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and Italian dressing. It’s not rocket science. But my mom has always made them better than anyone else, even me. I never understood that.

Or, when I was looking for my favorite shoes, or where I had last left my purse or sweatshirt—ask mom. She knows, or she remembers seeing them, or she washed them for me, and they were hanging in my closet. Mom knew it all. How did she know everything, and do everything so well?

Because she’s mom.

I have left my daughter at night with exactly three people: my 20-year-old sister so my husband and I could go on a few date nights; a close family friend so we could attend a wedding; and my husband so I could go to my night class. Each and every time I walked in the door, my daughter was up, smiling mischievously.

It’s not their fault, and we joked that she takes advantage of my absence, but in reality, I know this is just her version of my salad. No one can put her to sleep like mom can.

It’s the same with feeding her, too. As hard as my husband and mother try, she ends up eating only half a jar of food, with most of it smeared on her face, hands, or in her hair. They assume she must not be hungry since she’s playing around, and let her out of the highchair.

But, she either knows that doesn’t fly with mom, or I have a different feeding style than anyone else, because I can get a whole jar of food, plus a full baby-style yogurt in her in 10 minutes flat.

I’m mom.


I’m going to be the one that knows where she left her backpack, and the one that reminds her to grab her lunch before running out the door. I’ll be the one that will always be able to help her find her cleats or her iPod, because I have the super special Mom Brain. It’s the replacement we get after the forgetful Pregnancy Brain goes away.

It lasts forever, too. My mom still knows everything, even when I live 350 miles away from her. Once you’re a mom, you’re a mom for life. And the brain never leaves you.