Mother’s Day

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Happy Mother’s Day!
Here’s a video for all of you celebrating this day the way Hallmark intended.

I love that song and I am VERY grateful for the dirt-faced okie boys and the Redneck.
This was on Romance Divas yesterday and I thought I’d share.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE A MOM WHEN….
o You count the number of sprinkles on each kid’s cupcake to make sure they are equal.
o You want to take out a contract on the kid who broke your child’s favorite toy and made him/her cry.
o You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
o You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
o Your child throws up and you catch it.
o Someone else’s kid throws up at a party and you keep eating.
o You consider finger paint to be a controlled substance.
o You mastered the art of placing food on a plate without anything touching.
o Your child insists that you read “Once upon a Potty” out loud in the lobby of the doctor’s office and you do it.
o You hire a baby sitter because you haven’t been out with your husband in ages, then you spend half the night talking about and checking on the kids.
o You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it’s the only one your child eats.
o You find yourself cutting your husband’s sandwiches into unusual shapes.
o You fast-forward through the scene when the hunter shoots Bambi’s mother.
o You obsess when your child clings to you upon parting during his first month at school, then you obsess when he skips in without looking back.
o You can’t bear to give away baby clothes–it’s so final.
o You hear your mother’s voice coming out of your mouth when you say, “Not in your good clothes.”
o You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
o You read that the average-five-year old asks 437 questions a day and feel proud that your kid is “above average.”

Having said all that, if you love Mother’s Day, STOP HERE.

Now, if you’re like me, and kind of thinking this Mother’s Day thing is a bunch of hooey, here’s one for you.
I find this day to be a bit difficult for me. First, my mother is…well, my mother. I love her. I’m just more likely to think of the second video not the first when she’s the topic of conversation. As childhood’s go, mine wasn’t all that bad but my adult relationship with my mother has been fraught with land mines.
Second, I’m no Martha Stewart. Motherhood is a difficult profession and, like neurosurgery, isn’t for everyone. Unfortunately, it’s not a job you can quit. And once I discovered I wasn’t the “best person for the job”, I was the mother of two boys. Oh, I’m not horrible or anything, but I can’t help wondering, at time, if I’m really joking that I’m not saving money for their college tuition but their therapy.
So, today I take stock. Though I don’t think my children will (as I do) feel it necessary to smile brightly and say “Everything’s fine” when everything isn’t, I do think they’ll shake their head and say “You know how Mom is”. Hopefully, they’ll be able to tell me stuff without getting the Mother Lectures or the “What you need to do is…..” Motherhood is NOT for the faint of heart. There are those who seem to be born to the job–kind, thoughtful, patient. And then there’s Moms like me who wonder how in the hell her kids are going to turn out when I’m screwing them up so badly.
(Kind of wishing you’d stopped now, eh?)
Here’s what I know about being a mom. I admit when I’m wrong, stand firm when even it’s painful and hold on loosely. And just because I know those things doesn’t mean I do them well. I just do my best.
That’s all any mother can do.

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