Being a mom definitely means taking on various jobs. Cook. Maid. Counselor. Teacher. Mediator. Chauffeur. Nurse. You get my point.
I am rarely caught off guard by the tasks required of me as mommy. But today I realized that I play a role I could never have expected. NEVER.
It seems that I am a tongue.
That's right, a TONGUE. As in the squishy thing encased by the mouth and teeth. To be more specific, I am L's tongue.
It seems that my feeding-challenged child is having an issue pocketing food in her cheeks. She'll take bite after bite and hide it away until she very closely resembles a chipmunk. At which point, it's so stuffed in there she has an issue getting it all back out. That's where I come it. To scoop the mush out of her cheek and back into the center of her mouth.
A tongue. Awesome.