What is motherhood to me?
Where’s my glasses? What’s for supper? Cold hockey arenas. Lots of time in a car. I need $20. I need $5. Can I have people over? I have to be home by WHAT time? Windy baseball games. Thousands of dollars on sports. How did this dent get in my car? Why is there beer cans outside? Why is there a broken bottle of vodka in here? You had a party while I was gone? Messy rooms. Don’t talk to me that way. Eyes rolling. Oh my God!!. Please put your phone away, we’re eating supper. Stairs full of crap. Living room with dishes in it. Where’s my tennis shoes. And, oh yeah, have you found my glasses yet?
Its also, you are the best mom. Ever.
I get this from my kids alot.
I am a stay at home mom. I pretty much always have been. We bought our farm 6 years ago, so I have that to run, but its pretty much on my own time. I have substitute taught, but I rarely do that anymore. I have always been available for my 3 kids, and that’s been going on now for 17 1/2 years. If they forget something for school, I usually bring it to them with the threat that “this is the last time”, but they know. I’m not a great cook, or even consistent when it comes to supper. Some nights I may choose not to cook, so cereal it is. I make my kids do their own laundry. All of them. And they have been doing this for years. Even my 11 year old has been doing his own for 3 or 4 years. I just hate laundry enough that if they want clean clothes, they know where the laundry room is.
But my kids do say I’m the best mom ever despite all my flaws in motherhood. I don’t know why. And I’m certainly not the best mom ever. I know this. They know this. But, I think all kids love their parents despite their downfalls so much and they look up to them no matter how many times they are yelled at to pick their crap up off the stairs. We are all they know for parents. We are their days in and days out. We put up with their crap and they put up with ours. How can they not think we are the best parents ever?
One thing that I do for my kids, that truly wins them over? I make breakfast for them every day. Every. Day.
It could be oatmeal, pancakes, french toast, eggs and sausage. What ever it is, they know I’ve cooked it with love. And they fill their tummies with my love, give me hugs as they leave for the day, tell me they love me.
And that I’m the best mom ever.
Please follow along the blog circle to see how my friends from around the world view motherhood. Brennan is next in line.
Happy Mothers Day to all the women who take on this sometimes not so glamerous but always rewarding job.