I can be a bit of an overachiever at times. When I sign up to do something, I do it with full force, and often probably with more gusto than necessary. I’ve always been this way, even back to having to earn every single badge I could possibly get in Brownies. I was always involved in sports, music, student council, language club, honor society, etc. You name it, I did it. And I didn’t just join – I was the captain of the swim team, the section leader in the band, an officer of the student council, etc. It’s just how I roll.
I continue to do that in life now. About a year ago I joined the board of directors of the local animal shelter. I am now trained to walk the dogs at the shelter, I’m the secretary of the board, I am the chair of one of the committees, and I essentially serve as co-counsel to the shelter. (All in my free time, mind you.) We even adopted Macy from the shelter. I guess I don’t know how to do it any other way.
Today was the animal shelter’s big fundraiser/festival. Instead of being like the other board members, who showed up to just have fun, I volunteered to sit at one of the booths all day. I even brought in homemade goodies for the bake sale – not just cookies, but also brownies. It was a beautiful day and there were ample volunteers, so I had time to check out all of the vendors, watch some of the contests and demonstrations, and so on. At one point I did wonder why I felt compelled to sit in a booth all day when I could have just been a visitor, but I was happy to be there and to be of assistance.
A couple of weeks ago I was telling a coworker about my level of involvement with the animal shelter, which led to a discussion about my prior involvement with our local community-managed dog park, and also the pro bono work I’ve done with other animal organizations. Referring to my love of my dogs, which was the starting point of all of that, she said, “You’re such a soccer mom!” I asked what she meant, and she said she just knew that I’m the type of woman who will sit through every soccer game, take a role with the PTA, be the scout troop leader, organize the carpool, host the most sleepovers, and so on. I laughed, and I agreed. That will be me. No question about it.
It made me a little sad, of course, because I’m not a mom yet. But I am getting better about envisisioning myself as a mother. I remember one of my faithful readers once suggested that I work on viewing myself as a mother, because I am a mother. I just don’t have any living children. I still struggle with that concept, but now that we are really underway on the adoption process, it’s somewhat easier to think of myself as a mom.
I guess as we wait out the adoption process, I will have to just stick with being the mom I know I am – a beagle mom.
[I bought this shirt today to support the beagle rescue we adopted the late great Lucy from. They were at the festival today and I will always have a special place in my heart for them. I have no idea if I’ll ever wear the shirt, but hey, at least it doesn’t actually have images of beagles on it (like most of their merchandise).]
And here are my cute beagle babes, sitting with me in my little home office as I write:
I’m glad to be their beagle mom.