I have a friend who has an interesting, to say the least, little farm. She has a chicken – pictured – her name is Dot. Dot really wanted to be a mom. I mean really REALLY wanted to be a mom. Made a nest, wouldn’t get off of it, no eggs though. Since the ducks had laid eggs, and had plenty of them, my friend stole a few of the ducks eggs a few days before hatching and put them under Dot. So the ducklings hatched, and Dot the chicken is raising them. The ducks are raising their ducklings, and Dot is raising her ducklings, and everybody, it seems, is perfectly happy with this arrangement. Dot is a good mother to her ducklings (duckens?). So good, in fact, that she takes them swimming, even though chickens don’t like water normally, because that’s what good mothers do. They do whatever it takes to meet the needs of their kids.
When I saw the picture* she posted of Dot swimming with her duck babies in the pool, the word that popped into my mind was Motherducker. I’m not sure why, and it wasn’t the swear word version. And it made me think of OUR kids, and how different our kids can be from us, it’s like, well, they’re ducks and we’re chickens, but still, we roll with it and do whatever we can to raise them to be the best that they can be. We’ll even get in the water with them if that’s what it requires. That’s love. That’s commitment. That’s integrity. That’s honesty. That’s raw, open-your-heart-and-let-it-be-hurt openness. That’s true unconditional love. And it’s uncomfortable. And it hurts. And it’s not something you can post on Facebook, when other moms are posting, “Oh, my kid just gave me a hug and said he loved me,” and all you got is the list of names your kid has called you so far this morning… and he’s only been up a few minutes.
So the next time your kid calls you a mother***, of the derogatory, swearing kind, just smile and tell them, “No, dear, I’m a Motherducker and proud of it.”
- Photo courtesy of Kim Plante