You’ve heard of bee pheromones, right? It’s the way bees tell each other apart and tell who belongs to their beehive family. I firmly believe that mothers give off pheromones as well.
It’s inevitable. The minute I try to slip off to be alone someone is bound to raise their head and suddenly notice, “Wait a minute, where’s mom?” Now, when I had tried to slip away no one in the house had any use for me. They were all absorbed in their own lives. However, the minute those mommy pheromones go out of range the heads go up and notice that something is not right.
No matter where I’m trying to hide they can sniff me out. Children, husband, even the dog, seem to develop an urgent need to find me whenever I don’t want to be found. It’s almost guaranteed that within 15 minutes someone will walk into my hidey-hole and nonchalantly ask, “Whatcha’ doin’?”
“Trying to be alone.”
“Did you need something?”
“No, I just wondered where you were.” Stare.
Once again my cover has been blown. Once again those mommy pheromones have given me away. I can’t hide from my family no matter how hard I try. Still, at the same time that I grumble about it, I’m also secretly grateful. Mommy pheromones, a mother’s presence, are the glue that holds a family together. Often it’s not the wonderful or grand things we do, it’s just being who we are and being there, giving off mommy pheromones so that everyone knows they belong and are loved.
What would the world be like without mommies and the children and husbands who seek them out just to ask, “Whatcha’ doin’?”
Happy Mother’s Day to everyone, fathers and mothers alike. The very best mothers can only do their best when they are supported by a father. Parenthood takes two and I’m always grateful for a husband who helps me be the best mother I can. Pheromones and all.