In Honor of Mothers Day

8 May

As I sat at dinner in my pajamas watching as both kids cried because “My pizza is too crunchy!!” or “Water is just…just…STUPID” I couldn’t help but wonder how my mother would have handled the situation if it were me and my brother throwing the same temper tantrums when we were little.

What did I do? Well, for starters I poured a glass of merlot, because wine at least helps any situation…right? And then I yelled at my kids and felt so so SO guilty ten minutes later when my baby girl gave me a big hug and said that she loved me to the moon and back.

I guess the point I am trying to get at (eventually..I mean my nerves are still frazzled so bear with me) is that my mother is amazing. Most of my memories of growing up were of her being a loving, funny and artistic woman. I don’t remember her being like I am to my own kids.

My mother has always been such an inspirational and encouraging woman. She sees the good in every person and doesn’t judge people the way I am guilty of judging. My mother is a woman anyone feels comfortable talking to and a woman so many people are lucky enough to call a friend.

I think it is true that you never TRULY respect your parents until you become a parent yourself. You never understand the work that goes into every day. You don’t understand why your mom cried the day you went off to kindergarten until you send your own child off to kindergarten. Mothers carry the weight of the world on their shoulders and I was just lucky enough to have a mom who carried that weight and smiled through the heaviness of it all.

I remember telling my mom that I was pregnant and her hanging her head in sadness. At the time I thought it was because she was disappointed in me (which, to an extent, is true) but now I get that she did it because she KNEW what was coming. She knew that motherhood changes your soul, your entire being.

She knew that the road ahead meant sleepless nights listening through the monitor to your child breathing. She knew it meant walking through Target with a child screaming that they hated you while strangers shook their heads in pity. She knew it meant watching another child pick on your own as your mama bear instincts fought the urge to call that child every bad name in the book. She knew that gone were the days of sleeping in and ahead were the days of cleaning your child’s vomit out of your own hair.

I am thankful to have the mother that I have. She lets me make my own mistakes and is there for me when I come crying to her saying that my kids are going to hate me FOREVER. She is there to give me advice, but only when I ask for it. She is my shoulder to lean on and gives me sanity when I feel like my sanity has run dry.

My mother is more than a mother to me. She is my children’s idol, she is my husbands mentor and she is MY best friend.

And sheesh! She’s drop dead gorgeous to boot!

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3 Responses to “In Honor of Mothers Day”

  1. melindaclayton May 8, 2013 at 7:06 pm #

    What an absolutely beautiful tribute to your mom! And I can say, having known your mom, I never, ever, ever saw her lose her temper with her children. Pull out her hair, worry, wonder, and question…but never lose her temper. There’s a lot to be said for that.

  2. Grandma May 9, 2013 at 4:35 am #

    Respecting one’s Mom is such a healthy and wonderful emotion; it frees you in so many ways. You are a lucky lady to feel that way about both your parents. What a lovely tribute!

  3. Dana May 9, 2013 at 12:49 pm #

    I should not have read that while at work. You are one special person yourself. I love being your Mom everyday. You and Josh have brought such joy into my life and I count my lucky stars to have the children I do. You are a very good mother and I know the kids adore you. It seems you have your Dad’s strength and my compassion towards your children. Don’t ever doubt yourself. You Rock!!!

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