This morning we were cordially invited to the Doodle’s daycare for a celebration of mothers and grandmothers. The Doodle was very excited to have us come to her party.
Two cards, one for Mama and one for Mommy, with a lovely blue hand print. Two crafted butterflies made with love, lots of glue and adorned with stickers. Two little nasturtium seedlings nestled in a styrofoam cup. The best gifts a toddler could give her mommies. Although I’m secretly excited to one day receive a macaroni necklace.
The daycare staff had the toddlers serve their special guests some fruit salad and orange juice for breakfast.
The Doodle was delighted to be bringing us a cup of juice. Overjoyed, actually. As she bounded across the room to hand me the cup, the juice swished and sloshed over the side of the cup and on to the floor and her shirt. She was too proud of herself in the moment of being a big kid to notice the spillage. Normally any loss of juice is a travesty. The Doodle was just too delighted to have us at her party to notice anything else.
We talked with the other moms, grandparents, and their adorable new babies. Many of Doodle’s toddler friends have become big siblings in the past few months.
I was struck about how normal this was. Mundane, really.
It’s not that I ever anticipate, or even expect, our family structure to become an issue at our daycare. Our workers have been nothing short of amazing, and our interactions with the parents, have also been great. We talk about our kids and work together to get these stubborn toddlers into their boots and jackets and out the door at the end of the day. Maybe it’s because every mother in that room is so bedazzled by how awesome their respective toddlers are, they don’t really care much about who parents their kids’ friends.
One generation later, it’s just so different, or maybe we’re so different, than when the big kids were in grade school. It’s not that having two moms was ever a big issue for the big kids, it just was an undercurrent, and from time to time it bubbled up in some way that either we or the kids had to address.
Even though I’m the Mommy-Daddy, the Doodle is so proud of her mommies.
Over the breakfast table this morning, we were talking about the Doodle’s party and how it was a celebration of mommies everywhere. That’s when the Doodle piped up to exclaim with pure toddler joy, “I have two mommies…too!”