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Now I Know Why My Mom Was Always the Last One Out the Door

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By Emily Solberg

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I used to wonder why my mom was always the last one out of the house.

I thought for a while it was because she took the longest to get ready.

I figured she sometimes waited until the last minute.

I had the suspicion she didn’t want to go out in public without her hair done or lip liner on, even though I couldn’t imagine why a mom would care so much, really.

I only recently figured out the answer, having become a mom myself.

Because while the rest of us waited outside, all bundled up in the scarves and jackets and hats she had pulled from storage, or smothered in sunscreen she had smeared on our faces while we clutched the flip-flops and swimsuits she had doled out, and rolled our eyes about how long she was taking.

Mom was filling Thermoses with hot chocolate.

And packing picnic lunches.

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And making sure the bathroom light was off.

And refilling the dog’s water bowl.

And grabbing a spare change of clothes for us just in case.

And searching through the junk drawer for a coupon.

And taking a hot minute to use the bathroom by herself for a change.

And yes, maybe dabbing on a bit of lipstick.

And whenever she did finally appear, pulling on her jacket as she locked the front door, she was always met with an exasperated, “Come OOOONNN, Mom!”

To which she would respond by shooting daggers from her eyes.

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For the longest time, I didn’t get it. She started getting ready at the same time we did!

Then I became a mom.

And it finally dawned on me that my mom wasn’t the last one out because she was lazy, or disorganized, or slow, or overly concerned about her appearance . . .

It was because she took care of absolutely everyone and everything else before she took care of herself.

And that’s just what moms do.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page.

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Emily Solberg

Emily Solberg is a soldier, military spouse, mom of two, and fierce advocate of women supporting women. The goal of her writing is to help others feel less alone in their parenting journeys, and she isn’t afraid to share the hard parts of her own. You can find more from her over on Facebook and Instagram at Shower Arguments with Emily Solberg.

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