I know you are out there, you mothers who dread the day that you are "honored" and you look back and wonder why? I dread this day, but I can't tell my kids that. There are expectations attached to this day. When you think that everything will go perfectly. That you will have one day where you won't hear kids fighting. You won't have to yell, or clean up messes. Because they are "suppossed" to be good for one day. The day you are honored right?
I will never forget the mother's day when I get out of church, and Dave has been working. I get to the car and notice glass on the ground and think, "that's funny, I don't remember that being there when I parked??" And then I look up to see the car window smashed everywhere and my purse missing in the front seat! That's right ON Mother's day.
Another Mother's day I thought I would be able to have go smoothly. I was worrying about making a lot of side dishes to bring up to dinner at my mom's house, when Brooklyn poops in the bathtub. It was crazy getting to church in the first place, and I had a meltdown on the way to my mother's place.
I did have a good laugh about it with Dave's mom and she remembered feeling the same way I was feeling that day. I'm so glad to share those feelings of guilt, joy, pain, frustration, embarrassment, silliness, and love that only a mother could recognize.
I have resigned myself to enjoy the day no matter what, and you know what, I bet I will!
