Reality No. 1: The Flaky Mom
At some point you will be the Flaky Mom, and more than likely to mainly one person. It’s a strange but true phenomena. This person will not see you as your typical fabulous self because for some reason when you are with said person, suddenly you can’t remember to meet them for lunch, or to share dinner duty for the PTA, or to pick up their six children from a school play practice.
But that’s OK, because being the Flaky Mom you will pay it forward when on the receiving end of another flakester … like myself.
For more than two years, one of my friends endured — saint-like — my hormonal forgetfulness. I apologized profusely. I confessed I didn’t know why it was only to her. I even brought treats and trinkets as a symbolic olive branch, but things did not change with my brain. I often wondered how she was so patient.
And then I paid it forward and found out.
I became friends with a fabulously wonderful woman who was experiencing the Flaky Mom syndrome. Initially, when she would forget, miss or complicate schedules, I became frustrated. But then a voice of reason said, Alamo-like, “Remember Ann.” That one thought immediately changed my attitude. Now I take the flakesters in stride because I know how often I’ve been the offender, and how soon I will likely be one again.
To read more of Connie’s Blog Post at Motherhood Matters KSL, click here.