Yesterday it dawned on me: Every mother should have a stunt double!
After spending the day attempting to corral Ryan, I reached a point where I just needed a break. When I’ve reached this point, I’m beyond patience, understanding, coping, and other coveted assets used by parents of special needs children. Basically, I turn into someone I don’t recognize, someone I don’t even like. How do you stay intact and still be effective? Two words penetrated my psyche: Stunt double.
My stunt double would be able to grocery shop with two small children and not be fazed by the whining, complaining, and neediness. She would also be able to deal with Ryan’s need for repetitive noises, none of which are pleasing to my ears. My stunt double would be able to play board games with Mary, never feeling guilty about what isn’t being done. She would also be able to answer the daily 500 questions put forth by each child without breaking a sweat or being caught without certain knowledge. My stunt double would be fierce and capable, going to IEP meetings and getting whatever she asked for, enriching Ryan’s educational experience.
Having a stand in would allow me to only participate in the things I cherish: Baking treats for my babies, volunteering in their classrooms, hauling them to eye, dentist, and well-child appointments. I could then be a “Super Mom,” one that only has eyes for her sweeties. And at the end of the day, I could lay with them, knowing all is well, nothing has been overlooked, unscrubbed, disorganized, or unpaid. At the end of the day, as I wrap them in my arms and tell them an intriguing bedtime tale, my children would know they truly are the center of my existence.
Oh wait, and I may get some mommy time as well!!! 
