For your Mother’s Day enjoyment, you need to check out the above youtube video.
I am not all that fond of Mother’s Day. I’t a day to reflect on all the many ways I fall short. The fact that I got a really cool hammer from my husband for my mother’s day present (and the fact that I love it) is indicative of the type of woman I’m not. But I am starting to feel more comfortable with myself in my role as mother. Moms are more than people who cook meals and clean house. Moms are people who genuinely love their offspring. I can do that. Moms are people who laugh, and cry, and scold, and sing, and cuddle, and laugh some more. They are the ones who rush in to hold you when you’re feeling sick, unloved, afraid. They are the ones who hold you long enough for the love to sink into your bones, until you feel better again. They are flawed–all of them. Kids are flawed too so it all works out okay. I don’t bake fabulous things. I don’t do a lot of things right, but I do the important things right.
My own mom is a sweet little lady who is desperately flawed. I wouldn’t have her any other way. She drove me in the mornings on my paper route because I was afraid of the dark and the Sunday papers were so heavy. She had water fights with me and my friends. She properly humiliated me the day I needed to buy a strapless bra for prom (no my dress wasn’t strapless but the lace straps were . . . well lace. Lace has holes.) I still remember the day I walked in her room to find her on her knees in prayer. I hurried to duck out of her room so I didn’t disturb her, but the image of her turning to God for help stayed with me.
She’s a great mom. She’s there when I need her. What more could I ask for? I try ot be there for my kids when they need me.
Moms carry a lot of guilt around. We carry it with us like cloaks, worn on the outside, covering up all the great things we do. It’s springtime, ladies. Shake off your cloaks. Focus on the little moments where we get it right. There’s lots of those moments. Find joy in them.