That\u2019s what my mother told me when I found her sitting inside our kitchen pantry on an upside-down laundry basket, eating chocolate straight from a Christmas tin.<\/p>\n
She had crumbs on her sweatshirt, chocolate on her chin, and a look on her face like I\u2019d caught her doing something illegal. Beside her was a folded grocery receipt with three words written on the back: Mom\u2019s Emergency Supplies.<\/em><\/p>\n I was eleven years old, and until that afternoon, I\u2019d never thought my mother had anything to hide.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, what are you doing in here?\u201d<\/strong> I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cHaving a little peace and quiet.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cIn the pantry?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s the only room in this house where nobody asks me to find their shoes.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at the chocolate tin. \u201cIsn\u2019t that the chocolate Grandma gave us for Christmas?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cGrandma gave it to the family.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m part of the family.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cAnd I\u2019m the one who remembers to buy toilet paper for the family. We all contribute in different ways.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She broke off another piece and pointed toward the door.<\/p>\n \u201cNow, if you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019d like to finish my break before somebody notices I\u2019m missing.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cHow long have you been hiding?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cFour minutes. And I was hoping for ten.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I stepped backward and closed the door.<\/p>\n Then I went upstairs and got my notebook.<\/p>\n My teacher, Mrs. Parker, had assigned our fifth-grade class a project called The Most Important Job in My Family<\/em>. We had to choose somebody in our family, watch what they did for a week, and explain why their job mattered.<\/p>\n Most of my classmates were writing about their parents\u2019 actual jobs. My best friend Tyler was writing about his father, who drove a fire truck. Another kid was writing about his mother, who worked at a hospital.<\/p>\n I\u2019d planned to write about my dad because he fixes air conditioners and sometimes climbs onto roofs. That seemed like an exciting job, especially compared to sitting at a computer all day.<\/p>\n But after finding my mother hiding behind the cereal boxes with a secret chocolate supply, I decided she might be more interesting.<\/p>\n I wrote my first sentence:<\/p>\n My mother is a mysterious creature called the Modern American Mom.<\/em><\/p>\n Underneath, I added:<\/p>\n Question: What does she do all day, and why does she need emergency chocolate?<\/em><\/p>\n I decided to find out.<\/p>\n My mother\u2019s name is Jennifer Miller. She\u2019s forty-two, works from home for an insurance company, and wears glasses when she reads. She says she used to sleep until nine on Saturdays, but I don\u2019t believe her because I\u2019ve never seen it happen.<\/p>\n Every weekday, Mom gets up at six fifteen. For the first fifteen minutes, she doesn\u2019t seem completely awake.<\/p>\n On Monday morning, I followed her into the kitchen with my notebook.<\/p>\n She was wearing an old college sweatshirt, mismatched slippers, and pajama pants with tiny dancing frogs on them. Her hair looked like she\u2019d slept through a tornado.<\/p>\n \u201cGood morning, Mom.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She made a noise that sounded like our lawn mower when Dad forgot to put gas in it.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sick?\u201d<\/strong> I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, sweetheart. I just haven\u2019t had coffee.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She poured a dark drink into a mug big enough to hold a small fish.<\/p>\n \u201cIs coffee some kind of medicine?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cFor mothers, yes.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWhat happens if you don\u2019t drink it?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She took a sip and looked at me over the rim.<\/p>\n \u201cYour father has to get everybody ready for school by himself.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n That sounded dangerous.<\/p>\n After a few sips, Mom started changing. She pulled her hair into a messy bun, put on her glasses, and checked the calendar hanging beside the refrigerator.<\/p>\n Suddenly, she remembered everything.<\/p>\n \u201cEthan, your library book is due today. Sophie, put your sneakers on. Mark, your dentist appointment is at three thirty, and don\u2019t forget the recycling goes out tonight.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Dad was standing in front of the open refrigerator.<\/p>\n \u201cJen, where\u2019s the orange juice?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cSecond shelf, behind the milk.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI already looked.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cTry moving the milk.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He moved the milk.<\/p>\n There was the orange juice.<\/p>\n My little sister Sophie came downstairs wearing a princess costume and one purple sock. Sophie is seven and thinks matching clothes are a suggestion, not a rule.<\/p>\n \u201cMommy, I\u2019m wearing this to school.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom looked at the dress.<\/p>\n \u201cSweetheart, it\u2019s picture day.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI know. I want to look like a princess.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cHow about your pink sweater and the sparkly hair clip Grandma gave you?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Sophie considered that.<\/p>\n \u201cCan I wear my princess shoes?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cIf you can find both of them.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Sophie ran upstairs.<\/p>\n Mom packed lunches, signed my permission slip, reminded Dad to bring home milk, and found Sophie\u2019s missing shoe under the couch.<\/p>\n By seven thirty, everybody had eaten breakfast and was ready to leave.<\/p>\n Except Mom.<\/p>\n Her toast was still sitting on the counter, untouched.<\/p>\n \u201cAren\u2019t you eating?\u201d<\/strong> I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cIn a minute, buddy.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She said that a lot.<\/p>\n I wrote in my notebook:<\/p>\n Observation Number One: Mothers can get four people ready in the morning, but sometimes forget their own breakfast.<\/em><\/p>\n On Tuesday, I discovered that Mom has two completely different personalities.<\/p>\n From the waist up, she looks like an important businesswoman. She wears a nice blouse, earrings, and a serious expression.<\/p>\n From the waist down, she wears those same frog pajama pants.<\/p>\n I found this out when I walked into her office during a video meeting.<\/p>\n Mom was talking to several people on her computer in a voice I barely recognized.<\/p>\n \u201cI think we should review the numbers before making a final decision,\u201d<\/strong> she said.<\/p>\n Her work voice was calm and polite. It sounded like somebody who had never stepped on a Lego or discovered toothpaste on the bathroom ceiling.<\/p>\n I stood beside her desk.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, can I have a snack?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She pressed the mute button.<\/p>\n \u201cEthan, I told you I have a meeting until ten thirty.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cBut I\u2019m hungry.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThere are apples in the kitchen.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want an apple.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThen you\u2019re not that hungry.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She unmuted herself and smiled at the screen.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry about that. Just a little interruption.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I wondered whether the people in her meeting knew about the frog pants.<\/p>\n Then Sophie appeared behind me carrying a stuffed rabbit.<\/p>\n \u201cMommy, Mr. Fluffy needs emergency surgery!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom muted herself again.<\/p>\n \u201cSophie, take him to the living room. Ethan can help you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want to be a doctor,\u201d<\/strong> I said.<\/p>\n Mom gave me a tired smile.<\/p>\n \u201cCongratulations. You\u2019ve been promoted to hospital administrator. Please take your patient downstairs.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I thought that was pretty funny.<\/p>\n I also thought Mom deserved an award for acting.<\/p>\n Later that afternoon, I went back to her office to ask where my headphones were. Her meeting had ended, but she was still sitting at her desk, staring at the computer.<\/p>\n There was a cold cup of coffee beside her keyboard.<\/p>\n She rubbed her eyes, then picked up a stack of papers and started working again.<\/p>\n I was about to ask my question when I remembered what Dad always said.<\/p>\n \u201cYour mother knows where everything is.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I decided to test that.<\/p>\n I went downstairs, checked the couch cushions, looked behind the television, and finally found my headphones under my bed.<\/p>\n It took me eleven minutes.<\/p>\n I was pretty proud of myself.<\/p>\n I wrote:<\/p>\n Observation Number Two: Mothers have a special work voice, but they still have to deal with regular family problems. Also, I can find my own headphones if I try.<\/em><\/p>\n Wednesday was supposed to be grocery day, but Mom said we needed to wait until Friday.<\/p>\n She told Dad the electricity bill had been higher than expected and they wanted to be careful until payday.<\/p>\n That evening, Dad opened the refrigerator and stared inside.<\/p>\n \u201cJen, there\u2019s nothing to eat.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom walked over and looked past his shoulder.<\/p>\n There were two carrots, some leftover rice, half an onion, a small piece of cheese, and a jar of olives.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s plenty,\u201d<\/strong> she said.<\/p>\n Dad raised his eyebrows.<\/p>\n \u201cFor a rabbit, maybe.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom rolled up her sleeves.<\/p>\n \u201cGive me twenty-five minutes.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She chopped vegetables, heated the rice, added seasoning, and melted cheese over everything.<\/p>\n I sat at the kitchen island with my notebook.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you making?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cDinner.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s it called?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She thought for a second.<\/p>\n \u201cMediterranean Garden Rice.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cIs that a real recipe?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cIt is now.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n When Dad tasted it, he looked surprised.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, this is pretty good.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWhere\u2019d you find the recipe?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cIn the refrigerator.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Dad laughed and asked for seconds.<\/p>\n I thought dinner tasted like fried rice wearing a fancy costume, but I ate all of mine.<\/p>\n Afterward, I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water.<\/p>\n Mom was sitting at the table with a calculator, a few bills, and three envelopes.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t notice me until I opened the refrigerator.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, are we running out of money?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, sweetheart. We\u2019re okay.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThen why are you counting it?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She turned the calculator over and pulled out the chair beside her.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause we have to make sure we pay for the important things first.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cLike electricity?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cExactly. And groceries, and the house, and all the other things that cost money.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at the envelopes.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you worried?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cA little. But that\u2019s something your dad and I are working on together.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cCan I help?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can help by remembering to turn off the lights when you leave a room.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n That sounded easy enough.<\/p>\n The next morning, I noticed Mom had packed leftover rice for her lunch.<\/p>\n Dad\u2019s container was bigger than hers.<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t say anything, but I wrote another note.<\/p>\n Observation Number Three: Mothers can make dinner out of almost nothing. They also seem to give everybody else the biggest serving.<\/em><\/p>\n Thursday was the day I learned about gentle parenting.<\/p>\n Mom keeps several books beside her bed about raising children with patience, kindness, and calm conversations.<\/p>\n She says parents should help children understand their feelings instead of yelling.<\/p>\n I decided to test that idea.<\/p>\n This turned out to be a mistake.<\/p>\n I was drawing a spaceship at the kitchen table when Sophie said it wasn\u2019t big enough. She wanted one that could carry the whole family to Mars.<\/p>\n The paper wasn\u2019t wide enough, so I continued the drawing onto the wall.<\/p>\n I used a permanent marker because the lines looked better.<\/p>\n When Mom walked into the room, she stopped.<\/p>\n She looked at the spaceship.<\/p>\n Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cEthan. Please tell me that\u2019s washable marker.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I checked the label.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s permanent.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom closed her eyes.<\/p>\n She took a long breath and knelt beside me.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, buddy. I can see you were feeling creative. But we don\u2019t draw on walls. What do you think we should do about this?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I thought carefully.<\/p>\n \u201cWe could paint the whole room to match.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cWe could hang a picture over it.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cEthan.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cOr we could tell Dad it\u2019s modern art.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom stood up.<\/p>\n \u201cAll right, little artist. Get the cleaning supplies. You\u2019re helping me fix this.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cBut I don\u2019t know how.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThen you\u2019re about to learn.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n The gentle parenting experiment lasted approximately eight seconds.<\/p>\n We spent forty minutes scrubbing the wall. Some of the marker came off, but the spaceship was still visible.<\/p>\n Mom said we\u2019d have to repaint that section over the weekend.<\/p>\n I looked at the black lines and felt bad.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you mad at me?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She sat back on her heels.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m frustrated, Ethan. That\u2019s different.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cAre you taking away my video game?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cFor the weekend, yes.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not very gentle.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom stared at me.<\/p>\n Then she started laughing.<\/p>\n \u201cNice try, buddy. Gentle parenting doesn\u2019t mean you get to decorate my house with permanent marker.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I laughed too.<\/p>\n Later, she brought me a big sketchbook she\u2019d found in the closet.<\/p>\n \u201cFor your next masterpiece.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I opened it.<\/p>\n \u201cCan I draw the whole family going to Mars?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cAbsolutely. Just keep everybody on the paper.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I wrote:<\/p>\n Observation Number Four: Mothers get mad sometimes, but they still help you fix your mistakes.<\/em><\/p>\n On Friday, I decided to interview Dad.<\/p>\n He was sitting on the couch watching baseball, with a bowl of pretzels balanced on his stomach.<\/p>\n \u201cDad, who\u2019s the boss of our family?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He didn\u2019t look away from the television.<\/p>\n \u201cYour mother.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I was surprised.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought you were.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a common misunderstanding.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cBut you fix things and carry heavy groceries.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Dad nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s true.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cSo why is Mom the boss?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He finally turned toward me.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause your mother remembers everything the rest of us forget.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n That made sense.<\/p>\n Mom knew the Wi-Fi password, Sophie\u2019s shoe size, the dog\u2019s medicine schedule, and when our library books were due.<\/p>\n Dad couldn\u2019t even remember where he\u2019d left his jacket.<\/p>\n He proved that ten minutes later.<\/p>\n \u201cJen! Have you seen my gray jacket?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom was upstairs folding laundry.<\/p>\n \u201cBehind the ironing board!\u201d<\/strong> she called.<\/p>\n Dad checked the hallway closet.<\/p>\n There it was.<\/p>\n \u201cHow does she do that?\u201d<\/strong> he muttered.<\/p>\n I wrote:<\/p>\n Observation Number Five: Mothers have a computer in their brains that stores everybody else\u2019s stuff.<\/em><\/p>\n Then I asked Dad another question.<\/p>\n \u201cDoes Mom ever get tired of being the boss?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He was quiet for a moment.<\/p>\n \u201cProbably.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cThen why doesn\u2019t she stop?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Dad looked toward the stairs.<\/p>\n \u201cI guess we\u2019ve gotten used to her handling things.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n He picked up his pretzels.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe a little too used to it.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I thought about that for the rest of the afternoon.<\/p>\n If Mom was the boss, why did she have to do so much work?<\/p>\n Being the boss sounded like a pretty bad deal.<\/p>\n Saturday morning, Mom forgot Sophie\u2019s birthday party.<\/p>\n This was a big deal because Mom never forgot birthday parties.<\/p>\n Sophie came downstairs wearing her favorite yellow dress and carrying a present wrapped in purple paper.<\/p>\n \u201cMommy, are we leaving?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom looked up from her laptop.<\/p>\n \u201cLeaving for what?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cMadison\u2019s party.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom stared at her.<\/p>\n Then she checked the calendar on her phone.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, sweetheart. I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n The party started in twenty minutes.<\/p>\n Sophie burst into tears.<\/p>\n \u201cYou promised!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom stood up.<\/p>\n \u201cI know, honey. I\u2019m sorry. Go get your shoes. We\u2019ll figure it out.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n But Dad had taken the car to pick up a part for the washing machine, and Mom\u2019s car was at the mechanic\u2019s.<\/p>\n She called him.<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n Sophie cried harder.<\/p>\n \u201cYou always remember everything!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Mom stood in the kitchen with her phone in one hand and her keys in the other.<\/p>\n For a moment, she didn\u2019t look like the person who knew everything.<\/p>\n She looked confused.<\/p>\n Then she sat down beside Sophie.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re right. I forgot. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I went upstairs and got my notebook.<\/p>\n Under my observations, I\u2019d written that mothers never forgot important things.<\/p>\n I crossed that out.<\/p>\n Then I came downstairs.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, can we call Madison\u2019s mom?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\nTHE MORNING TRANSFORMATION<\/h1>\n
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<\/p>\nTHE GREAT REFRIGERATOR EXPERIMENT<\/h1>\n
THE EIGHT-SECOND EXPERIMENT<\/h1>\n
PART 2 \u2014 THE JOB NOBODY SEES<\/h1>\n
THE DAY MOM FORGOT SOMETHING<\/h1>\n