You know, there are moments when, as a parent of older children, I might feel like the time has passed to be of service, help, or support to my children.
I don’t have to tie shoes anymore, nor do I have to pack school lunches. I don’t have to drive anybody to outrageously early or painfully late sport practices, and I don’t have to do their laundry.
Still, moments remind me that even though I might not be necessary for some of the basic things of life, I am still a needed person.
You might not see it, but there is a little friend trapped underneath this shaving cream cap.
After all…without me, who would take care of the spiders in the bathroom?
I might be the shortest of our bunch, and my kids might mercilessly tease me for all manner of things, but when push comes to shove, I know I have my purpose.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
I am the spider-rescuer in my family, too! I feel my Mom duties changing and decreasing as my kids are now teens and tweens, but it’s good to know that I’ll always have that.
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Tonight, our daughter called, stressed and cried on our shoulders. While we aren’t tying shoes or those things, we will always have our purpose.
Thanks for sharing your spider story! 🙂
YES. And in a lot of ways, I feel like I am “on call” in a much different manner than I ever was when I was when the kids were young.
Still wouldn’t trade it for nothin’.
Haha, it’s so good to know you still serve a purpose (although mine wouldn’t be getting spiders out of anywhere!)
Ha! I feel like there’s not much middle ground where it comes to spiders. You either don’t mind ’em, or would burn the house down if you found one…
Spiders, man. There is significance in small acts of bravery. I wasn’t sure what the photo was about but your reveal kept me hooked as you recounted. 🙂
Thanks. I should also state that I woke to a similar scenario a couple of Mother’s Days ago. That same son left a “Mom, taker carer of spiders” card on the counter with a plastic sub taped upside down on it…
Parents never outgrow their need. Spiders don’t leave of their own free will.
We never outgrow our need, and maybe they don’t leave of their free will, but I’ve found they do usually scramble back to their corners or hidey-holes.