Mom Google

For years now, it seems like every question posed within earshot of my mom has met with the same answer… “Google it!” What a time to be alive! Everything you ever wanted to know is just a few taps of the keyboard away. We carry these amazing computers in the form of iPhones and Androids right in our pockets. To all those teachers who insisted that we wouldn’t always have a calculator at our disposal, HA! Wanna bet? Technology at its finest. But what did we do before Google?

I’ll tell you what I did. I called my mom. After all, she’s the smartest person I know. My daughter does the same thing, except when she has a question, she refers to me as Mom Google. It’s not uncommon for me to get a text or even a phone call that starts with the phrase, “ I need to speak to Mom Google.” Now that I’m on the receiving of these calls, I realize the intense pressure this can put on mom. I probably owe my own Mom quite a few apologies for things I’ve just expected her to know over the years. Thankfully, her mom taught her to love unconditionally. She’s loved me through all the ridiculous things I’ve thrown her way. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…I have THE bestest greatest mom in the world. ❤️

But I digress, like my sister does. As Mom Google, I often feel inadequate and ill-equipped. I’ll confess. I often have to consult the real Google myself. I’ve done more research as Mom Google than I ever did as a student. This isn’t a gig to be taken lightly. It’s a serious responsibility to have answers to the important questions. You know, like what sounds does a zebra “actually” make, and why do we park in the driveway and drive on the parkway? Then there’s the expectation that my life experiences have somehow made me a medical expert. How long does it take for the Tylenol I took to figure out that I need it to make my head stop hurting? Is it bad if my left side feels like someone shoved a bowling ball under my ribs? If I threw up three hours ago, can I eat Oreos now? How long can my nose bleed before I pass out? I have an itch in my inner ear. Can I scratch it with the back of my tongue? My belly hurts, can you just cut it out? Whaaaaaaaat?!

My kids just turned 20 this month. The questions aren’t getting any easier. Mom Google doesn’t always have the answers. Also, let me digress once again… having adult children is by far the most stressful part of parenthood. I have all the same worries and concerns, and much less control over their lives than I did when they were children. Letting go and letting them live their own lives is not for the faint of heart.

Anyway, now that I’ve lost my train of thought once again…

If you’re counting, this is #2 on the year. Still on pace for double or nothing. Thanks for taking a few minutes of your day to read my ramblings. Happy Thursday, y’all!!!