In acknowledgment of all those who came before, all who will follow, and all of us who now walk that slippery slope of madness and mayhem, agony and ecstasy, consummate pleasure and sheer terror every single day in our unending quest to keep all plates spinning as we navigate through the ever changing terrain that is often referred to as Motherhood.
My mother and I celebrating my 1st birthday
And in recognition of time served, I mean all of our hard work, we are the lucky recipients of lovely home made macaroni cards, froot loops necklaces, flowers, candy, jewelry and a veritable potpourri of both wonderful and absurd gifts that we preserve in boxes in our closets.
How many Mother’s Day mornings have we been awakened far to early and presented with inedible breakfasts served to us in bed and then watched like hawks as we consumed each and every morsel with gusto? And then, after delivering an Oscar-worthy performance, arrived in the kitchen to find it resembling something post-apocalyptic and as a result, had to spend the next hour cleaning up the debris?
Let there be no mistake, being a mother is hard work. You are never off the clock and you never retire no matter how old your children are. And just when you think you can’t possibly spin another plate or resolve another conflict, you do.
If your life is anything like mine, you probably hold the Guinness record for being thrown up on. You’ve been through a multitude of science fair projects which you were inadvertently made project manager of, you have been to Disney World more times than you’d like to remember, you have been subjected to the noxious fumes of hockey equipment, you’ve been woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call from another continent asking you where a retainer is, you have fought off sleep to become the chauffeur from late parties and stayed awake many others with visions of calamities, waiting to hear the car pull in the driveway.
You have been driven to tears one moment and unbridled laughter the next. You have cooked, cleaned and done endless loads of laundry. You have been the resident doctor, nurse, lawyer, analyst, personal assistant and confidant, often wearing all of those hats simultaneously.
And despite the fact that you now twitch and occasionally drool, you simply wouldn’t trade one crazy moment of it for anything because you know that Every Day is Mother’s Day and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
So pour yourself a cocktail, find yourself a cozy seat (preferably Mid Century) and bask in your accomplishments because...tomorrow is another day!
personally, I'd want to snuggle in this one