Where is the Mom?

A couple of nights ago I spent 45 minutes in intense discussion with Amira regarding strikes, picket lines, factory worker's rights, factory owner ethics and the mechanics of health insurance and other benefits received in addition to salary. And it is moments like these where I sometimes find myself wondering: "where is the Mom?"
Other such moments; in the midst of a battle of wills between one of my children and myself as I find myself on the losing end, with my temper flaring and my objectivity non existent...."Where is the mom, and why can't she get her kid to behave??"
Also- anything involving throw up or large amounts of blood. "Where is the mom" is generally followed very closely by: YEHUDA!!!!!!!!
Well, the throw up and blood I am learning to handle, mostly. My kids know from a very early age that "throw up makes Mommy nervous" and thankfully as they have grown older, their aim has improved. And I am really trying not to hover nervously as my kids run and jump and ride and just let them learn and explore while I grit my teeth and close one eye nervously at close calls as if that will make any scrapes and falls easier to bear.
But when it comes to knowledge and Amira's prolific reading and both kids inquisitive natures, well, then I find myself wondering when I will ever know as much as my parents always do. Even now I sometimes find myself responding to a question of Amira's, well- I don't know. Let's call Saba and Savta. And they always know. And sometimes we call Yehuda, and sometimes I google, and sometimes, luckily, I can explain.
And those explanations often evolve into these amazing conversations with a little 7 year old girl who loves to learn and to know and finds just about everything fascinating and a little 4 year old boy who may not care about factory worker ethics, or just how a uterus sustains a baby, but can discuss endlessly what the fastest and best car is, the way to properly throw a baseball, and why C3PO and R2D2 are friends.
And those are the parenting moments that truly remind me that I am the Mom. I am the one responsible for everything about them, and while those responsibilities are constantly changing and evolving as they get older and bigger and stronger and smarter, I am evolving and changing and learning more as a Mom, at the same time. And I remind myself that I may not think that I know anything, but my kids think that I know everything. For now.