Kids,  Me

Mother’s Day

Mothers Day – a day where moms everywhere get to kick up their feet. A day where they are fed and pampered – where the world revolves around moms and all of their desires come true. Well I’m sure that’s how mother’s day went down for some, but for me, mother’s day was spent… being a mother.

This is one of the last weekends of Blake working in the restaurant business, and obviously, today is a busy restaurant day. So the Sundays off that we’ve become accustomed to fell by the wayside, and from early in the morning till late in the afternoon, I got to play the not-so-glamorous mother on mother’s day.

Apparently kids don’t come out of the womb knowing that this is the day they should take it easy on ole mom. Oh no. Despite the “happy mother’s days” this morning, they spent the entire day needing things.  Mommy, I’m hungry. Mommy, come wipe me. Mommy, he’s messing with me. Mommy, restart Frozen. Mommy, come push my on the swing. Mommy, I’m hungry again. Mommy, I’m cold. Mommy, I’m thirsty. Can you believe it – the nerve!

And so while I didn’t get breakfast in bed, or a pedicure, or a nap, I really think I got something better. I got to spend the day being mommy to two precious boys, who (while they drive me crazy sometimes), are the sweetest little guys around. I got to gain some perspective too. In the midst of me feeling frustrated about the lack of pampering going on, I reminded myself that I am so, so, so lucky to be a mom – their mom –  in the first place. And at the end of the day, so long as I am a mom, there may not be many days that revolve around me and I’m okay with it.  I’m okay that they need me to care of them. I’m okay that they want my time. I’m still not okay with the back-talking, meltdowns, or fighting, but I supposed we can’t have it all. So Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. Let you be reminded of why you get to celebrate this day in first place – and remember that last I checked, moms don’t get the holiday’s off. 🙂

P.S… if you’re feeling sorry for me, just know that when Blake got home, he took over kid-duty, did the dishes and put away some laundry. It really was a good day.

Me and my boys

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