It takes a lot to be a good parent. It takes time, sacrifice, love and a willing to put someone else’s needs above your own and to do so knowing you probably won’t be thanked for your efforts for decades, if ever.
You’ll be the first to blame yourself and the first one others blame if your kid gets into trouble.
But of all the things you can do, getting a child to transition into a somewhat adjusted adult, is an amazing display of superpowers.
That said, I am now on my 24th (wait, let me count that), yes 24th Mother’s Day as a mom and…
I have never been wished Happy Mother’s Day by my children without my husband prompting them. (God I love that man)
I have never been served breakfast in bed by my children.
I have never been made breakfast, lunch or dinner by my children.
I have always decided, shopped for and told my husband how to cook what I received for Mother’s Day (and usually did the dishes afterwards).
I have received school made cards and noodle necklaces, handprints in concrete and even a flower made from the bottom of a two-liter bottle for Mother’s Day.
What I do get every year, is nap time. Pathetic, maybe, but my children and husband both make sure I can stay in bed (after getting up and feeding/walking the animals) as long as I want.
Now, if only the kids won’t fight for a whole twenty-four hours. Nah, that will only happen if they’re not at home anymore.
That’s not a Mother’s Day I’m looking forward to.