We’ve been projectile vomited on, routinely reminded that we don’t know anything, and been ordered to pretend we’re not with our own offspring during the very visit to the mall that we are underwriting. We’re on call 24/7, never receive a raise (let alone a paycheck), and rarely, if ever, get a pat on the back or unsolicited “Great job!” So exactly what do we do get for all that toting, schlepping, worrying, and interrupted sleep? Try stretch marks, droopy boobs, wrinkles, and plenty of agita.
Mama mia. Yup, at times, being a member of the mother ‘hood can seem like a thankless job rather than a lifetime adventure. But the perks: the hugs, the giggles, the joy of giving roots to grow and wings to fly to those smaller people with whom you share your DNA, last name, and/or address? Any mom will tell you: they’re priceless.
So, to my amazing son and daughter: thank you for signing me up for the journey. To my husband and parenting partner extraordinaire: thanks for sharing the driving and helping me keep my cool during the traffic jams. To my own mother – gone much too soon and for much too long: thank you for continuing to be my moral compass and maternal GPS; you are forever in my heart. And to all the mothers who are grieving for the sons and daughters they lovingly sent off to Virginia Tech or Iraq or just to the corner store: know that you are in my thoughts, this day and always.
And to all my fellow sisters in maternal servitude: Great job! Now go enjoy the burnt toast, the overly Elmer’s glued button jewelry, and the covered coffee can pencil cups. Happy Mother's Day!