A few days ago I told you about the first time that mommy and daddy went out without me, leaving me in the care of my grandparents. What I didn’t tell you, mainly because I hadn’t noticed at the time, is that daddy came home with a shiny trophy that now sits on our mantle. Apparently daddy received this trophy for all the hard work he does.
Most days daddy leaves for a large portion of the day and mommy and I are left on our own. I searched the whole house and he’s definitely not here. He’s not in the kitchen, living room, or any of the bedrooms. He’s not in the bathroom and he’s not under the couch. He’s not even hiding behind any of the curtains. I know because I have checked.
I have asked mommy where daddy goes and she tells me that daddy goes to work. I don’t know what kind of work he is doing and I don’t understand why he can’t just do his work at home like mommy and I do. Doesn’t he like being with us?
I have been outside many times and I know what kind of activities go on out there. You can play in the grass or snow, depending on the season. There are car rides. There’s visiting people. You can go to the park or for a walk. Lastly, there is shopping. What else goes on out there?
I know daddy isn’t shopping since he’s not coming home with stuff. Unless he’s just a really bad shopper, but then they wouldn’t be giving him trophies for it. I don’t think daddy is going for car rides or to the park because he knows how much I like to do those things and he would surely bring me along. It’s much too cold to play in the snow all day. I guess daddy must be visiting people.
Why would daddy get a trophy for visiting people? I have gone for visits and I didn’t get a trophy. Maybe daddy is visiting grumpy people? I guess that could be a reason to give someone a trophy. Grumpy people aren’t much fun to be around.
If mommy and daddy went to an event where trophies were being handed out for hard work around grumpy people, then where is mommy’s trophy? Mommy works very hard every day. I see all the effort she puts into taking care of me, our home, and even daddy. The hours are long and the breaks are sporadic at best.
There are times when mommy works around a grumpy person. It’s not easy to get dinner on the table with a world of responsibilities on your shoulders and a fussy baby clinging around your neck. Even if it is the cutest baby ever, it’s still hard but mommy doesn’t even complain about it.
So why no trophy for mommy? I decided to get to the bottom of this and ask mommy where her trophy was. Mommy said that mommies don’t get trophies because they don’t have a boss to give them one. This got my mind racing. I thought I was the boss!
Whenever I need anything I simply let mommy know and she gets it for me day or night. Isn’t that what a boss does? But if I’m the boss, and the boss is supposed to give out the trophies, then I’m the reason mommy is still trophy-less. The failure has been mine!
I quickly turned my thoughts to finding a solution for this problem. Where would I get a trophy for mommy? Where do trophies even come from? I’ve never seen one until daddy showed me the one that now sits on our mantle. I would have to improvise.
My trophy for mommy would have to be a bit more unorthodox. Since I couldn’t give her anything big and shiny, it would have to be something more sentimental. I had just the thing in mind. I began searching in my toy bins and boxes. I have several and it took a while, but I managed to find just what I was looking for.
I would present mommy with my favourite and oldest toy. As a physical representation of all her hard work, I would give mommy my pink elephant. I brought him over to mommy and proudly presented her trophy in an outstretched hand.
“Is that for me sweet Peach?” Mommy asked.
I leaned in and reached a little further to show mommy her prize and encourage her to take it. A smile spread across her face as she reached for the pink elephant and took him from my hands.
“That’s very nice of you Peachy. You’re a very good girl. Thank you.” Mommy said as she planted a kiss on my forehead.
“Is this my trophy for taking care of you?” Mommy asked and I smiled at her in reply.
“I think the pink elephant belongs with you. You, sweet Peachy, are all the trophy I need.” Mommy said as she handed my pink elephant back to me.
I was not expecting that. I am mommy’s trophy? I thought I was mommy’s boss. If I’m doing the work of two, maybe it’s me who should be getting the trophy.