Mom On Demand

by Lori Pelikan Strobel

…I hear the garage door open and footsteps. “Mom, I’m home!” yells my daughter from the kitchen as she loudly drops her book bag, coat and whatnot that I envision lying in a trail on the floor. My peacefulness is broken by her voice and I am suddenly transported back ten years ago when she would come home from school with the same declaration. Although times have changed, things have a way of staying the same. I am still here whether or not she is.

Finally, I hear, “Mom?” as she nears my office. And, upon finding me, it is like presto! I am “on,” just like the cable TV that always slightly glows as it waits to be powered on. She has turned on the Mom-on-Demand remote.  Press the button and I am available 24-hours-a-day. My children choose when, how and where to connect with me. I am always here glowing, softly waiting whether or not I am needed. Nobody brings my children what they want more than Mom-On-Demand!