This Is Why I Like Having The 'Mom Gene'

This Is Why I Like Having The 'Mom Gene'

Nurturing is something that comes naturally to me, I just always want to make sure that everyone is having a good time and is comfortable.

Ever since I was a little girl, I had always acted like a mom to my brothers, my friends, and sometimes even my parents. Is it because I think less of them? No, of course not! Researchers are not finding that there is some truth behind this 'mom gene' that some women have and some women do not. I have been taking care of people since I was a child and I grew up not understanding why a woman wouldn't want to be a stay-at-home mother. I used to say that is was my dream career at one point. My parents didn't like that too much and understandably so they wanted me to do something with my life and not have to be dependent on a man. I was persistent, though. I knew it was my destiny.

I am now 20 years old, and though I do not have the dream career of being a stay-at-home mom, it is still something I want to do. Yes, I know feminists hate me, I'm the kind of woman that sets us back a hundred years. I just don't see it that way. I am honestly OK with cooking and cleaning along with taking care of people; I do it all the time. I cannot tell you the number of people—younger, older, and the same age as me—that call me mother. It is something that I have become used to.

In the past 15 years, science is proving that there is something in women's genes that makes them more maternal. These tests have been on mice but through development, we have a lot of similarities in our genes as mice do. Through the study, they had removed the gene fosB from the mice and had them reproduce. These baby mice were dying within a few days even though they and their mothers were healthy. The connected it back to the lack of maternal care from the mothers and the babies who were shivering and alone: "The nurturing defect is likely due to the absence of FosB in the preoptic area, a region of the hypothalamus that is critical for nurturing."

Nurturing is something that comes naturally to me, I just always want to make sure that everyone is having a good time and is comfortable. Making food in my dorm for my friends is not a problem, I'm going to eat some of it anyway so it is a win-win situation. I have also been babysitting since about 12 years old and working with kids in the athletic realm since then too. I am well versed in all ages of childhood as well as the teenage yeas, and young adulthood. I couldn't tell you why I was born with this natural nurturing ability and constant want to take care of everyone around me. Though I cannot explain if the 'mom gene' is really true, science can't say for sure either, I do know that there is a reason that some women are naturally more nurturing than others. The environment might be a part of it, but from young ages, we can see it. Some little girls want to play house and be the mother, others don't want to have imaginary play like that at all; growing up I was like a super mom. I was a mother but I also went on adventures and did things, the best of both worlds I guess.

Unfortunately, some of my friends have a hard time surviving without you there with them. It is OK if I went and spent a bunch of money or did something rather stupid but I am the one to stop everyone else from doing stupid things. I am the mom friend. Always ready to be called upon for late night food runs or if BAND-AIDS and tape are needed. A cramp on the sports field or a hungry stomach in the classroom. You can never be over-prepared, only underprepared. I am open to just listening whenever they need it and I will give advice if they want it. Otherwise, I am just all ears for any problems they are having.

I have a little bit of time before I even think about being an actual mother, but I am OK with that. For now, I just get to use my nurturing skills on those around me. College students often find themselves looking for a mom at school to help them with things since their own mother is no longer there for them. Do I mind? No, not one bit. I love it. Whether the 'mom gene' actually exists or not, there are people in this world born with the natural gift of nurture. Personality might have an effect too, but all that matters is that there are mothers in this world and they do a whole lot for all of us. I might not be a biological mother to anyone yet, but I do feel like a mom a lot of the time. Stand-in mothers help those dependent people who need a motherly figure to take care of them. To all my 'children' out there, love you guys!

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College As Told By Junie B. Jones

A tribute to the beloved author Barbara Parks.

The Junie B. Jones series was a big part of my childhood. They were the first chapter books I ever read. On car trips, my mother would entertain my sister and me by purchasing a new Junie B. Jones book and reading it to us. My favorite part about the books then, and still, are how funny they are. Junie B. takes things very literally, and her (mis)adventures are hilarious. A lot of children's authors tend to write for children and parents in their books to keep the attention of both parties. Barbara Park, the author of the Junie B. Jones series, did just that. This is why many things Junie B. said in Kindergarten could be applied to her experiences in college, as shown here.

When Junie B. introduces herself hundreds of times during orientation week:

“My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 1)

When she goes to her first college career fair:

"Yeah, only guess what? I never even heard of that dumb word careers before. And so I won't know what the heck we're talking about." (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 2)

When she thinks people in class are gossiping about her:

“They whispered to each other for a real long time. Also, they kept looking at me. And they wouldn't even stop." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When someone asks her about the library:

“It's where the books are. And guess what? Books are my very favorite things in the whole world!" (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 27)

When she doesn't know what she's eating at the caf:

“I peeked inside the bread. I stared and stared for a real long time. 'Cause I didn't actually recognize the meat, that's why. Finally, I ate it anyway. It was tasty...whatever it was." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 66)

When she gets bored during class:

“I drew a sausage patty on my arm. Only that wasn't even an assignment." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 18)

When she considers dropping out:

“Maybe someday I will just be the Boss of Cookies instead!" (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 76)

When her friends invite her to the lake for Labor Day:

“GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE!" (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 17)

When her professor never enters grades on time:

“I rolled my eyes way up to the sky." (Junie B., First Grader Boss of Lunch, p. 38)

When her friends won't stop poking her on Facebook:

“Do not poke me one more time, and I mean it." (Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy, p. 7)

When she finds out she got a bad test grade:

“Then my eyes got a little bit wet. I wasn't crying, though." (Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus, p. 17)

When she isn't allowed to have a pet on campus but really wants one:


When she has to walk across campus in the dark:

“There's no such thing as monsters. There's no such thing as monsters." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 12)

When her boyfriend breaks her heart:

“I am a bachelorette. A bachelorette is when your boyfriend named Ricardo dumps you at recess. Only I wasn't actually expecting that terrible trouble." (Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl, p. 1)

When she paints her first canvas:

"And painting is the funnest thing I love!" (Junie B. Jones and her Big Fat Mouth, p. 61)

When her sorority takes stacked pictures:

“The biggie kids stand in the back. And the shortie kids stand in the front. I am a shortie kid. Only that is nothing to be ashamed of." (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed, p. 7)

When she's had enough of the caf's food:

“Want to bake a lemon pie? A lemon pie would be fun, don't you think?" (Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed p. 34)

When she forgets about an exam:

“Speechless is when your mouth can't speech." (Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren, p. 54)

When she finds out she has enough credits to graduate:

“A DIPLOMA! A DIPLOMA! I WILL LOVE A DIPLOMA!" (Junie B. Jones is a Graduation Girl p. 6)

When she gets home from college:

"IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I'M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!" (Junie B. Jones and some Sneaky Peaky Spying p. 20)

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A Poem: My Mother

In honor of Mother's Day, that was on the 12th, here is a poem dedicated to my mother.


To the only person who can be my mentor, friend, and leader at the same time

To someone who would make me read my own books before bedtime

And puts everything down to make sure there is a smile on my face

To the person that I find impossible to ever replace.

Somehow you are always right even when it seems wrong

And when the worst does happen, how do you still manage to stay so strong?

I'm not only impressed but inspired by you

Knowing that somehow you'll always know me better than I do.

When I'm frustrated and annoy you, you simply try to understand me

Because you have always told me that even when you can't understand, plain acceptance is the key

You have listened to all my laughs, heard me cry, and felt my emotions like they were your own

You are the only reason I am joyous and the security I need to know that I am never alone.

To the only person who has truly taught me how to live

And watched me grow and make mistakes yet still knows how to forgive

Because that's who she is, certainly not like any other

There are many women but none like my own mother.

Happy Mother's Day!

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