Sunday, May 11, 2008

If It's Not One Thing . . . It's Your Mother

(Ooooooo, snarky, snarky - and on Mother's Day!)

Actually, true to form, I am speaking of myself. I have mentioned various places on this blog that I know it's not all about me and yet somehow each post ends up being just that. I just can't seem to get away from myself. Or over myself.

Or something.

Is it just me or does anyone else feel slightly mortified when Mother's Day rolls around? I love being a mother, don't get me wrong. I even love my children on most days.


But I am not sure I live up to the hype. Hence the reason for the title of this post. Until seven years ago, I was under the impression that I would sail through motherhood with grace and finesse. (Grace and Finesse. Such lofty goals. If I had only known . . .) Most days I am focused on just surviving the day without dying from sheer exhaustion -- or frustration. Often both loom largely in my day.

Although, I must admit that now that all of my children wear "big boy/girl" underpants and sleep through the night, my chances for retaining my sanity have increased dramatically. Especially on those rare occasions that not only do my two youngest children nap, but I manage to eek out a few moments of dozing pleasure myself.

Just as a side note, my oldest child just turned seven last week. And I am horrified at the realization that I did not manage to crank out a beautifully composed ode to commemorate his birth to live on in the annals of Internet glory.

See, what I mean? Mother-Of-The-Year, I am not. And yet, in spite of all my foibles, today my children had some wonderfully nice things to say and gave me handmade trinkets that I will cherish forever. I hope I actually live up to their sweet words -- at least in their minds.

Now, if I could just convince them to turn down the t.v. a little bit, I could possibly sneak in a nap while they aren't looking . . . but, I'm not holding my breath.

1 comment:

  1. I could have written that. If you ever feel alone - just drop me a line, cuz I'll probably be paddling in rapids upstream with a stick and a briken elbow :)

    Seriously - this gig is hard. I had ideas about the mom I' be and am totally shocked... I love this post because of the sincerity and honesty. Sure, we get wonderful joys from our role as moms, but there is no way around the fact that it takes every ounce of everything we possess to make it to bed time.

    Amen? Amen.



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