Your Mom

It's Mother's Day, and I bet you'll be glad to know with my recent propensity for blogging only once or twice weekly?  That as long as you return to this website each day until I write a new post, it is still Mother's Day for all you moms. 

Monday?  Why, I have nothing to blog about.  And Mother's Day it is.

Tuesday?  Okay I do have something to say but the baby's diaper is leaking, my six year old has a little league game in an hour and the twelve baskets of laundry lining my bedroom floor won't be putting themselves away.

Wednesday?  Continue celebrating.  You're a real mother, I tell you.

And you get the idea.  Thank me later.

While switching loads of laundry this morning I thought about all of the Mother's Days we celebrated when I was growing up and I wondered if this Mother's Day thing, and motherhood in general, is what I thought it would be 100 years ago before I had kids.  I don't remember whether my mom washed my clothes on Mother's Day, and I don't know what she quietly thought about, or if she was happy with the way things were going on that particular day or in general for our family. 

My kids won't remember today either.  They made me presents and a card and told me that they loved me, and as a kid I thought that to be the most important part- to give mom something good.  But now I know as a mom, that the best part of all on this day and every day, as insanely cliche as it sounds, is just to have these kids.  They don't need to do anything or say anything or make anything.  Just being who they are without giving it so much as a thought, and being mine, is indescribably Good, even when it isn't.  Turns out the day isn't about celebrating my role in this family at all, but simply celebrating this family. 

Later this afternoon in five minutes we will have both sides of our families over for a feast, and to give them the gifts that we've been working on this week.

Last Sunday afternoon the five of us took a long walk together and played at the park.

The Sunday afternoon before that Kevin and I had front row tickets to this crazy wild rock show (where the drummer wasn't even wearing pants!)

Though the xylophone player kept making her way too far into the middle of the action for the drummer's liking.

The Sunday afternoon before, I don't know, but I really think most of them have been Mother's Days, and that's what I hope my kids remember.  And for when they someday read this, today I think we're doing okay, and even better than okay, and I love whatever it is we do when we're all together.  I didn't mind washing your clothes on Mother's Day (though we'll talk differently when you're 17, 14 and 12) and I quietly thought, this morning as I picked up the family room, about how and when we can finally add a giant table to that room and let the homeschooling begin.  I loved your pot holder and your picture frame this morning, but most of all I love you.

(Also, Marin, way to go on conquering the word Mama this week.  I may be second to Baba, but I get it.  Ha!)

Comments

[Cindy]

OMG love it! I totally hear you about not needing "items". But I woke up this morning to a book that Carson and Cooper just had to get me, Riley just knew I needed shampoo and conditioner, Keegan made me a necklace out of dried potatoes....and my hubby for some strange reason thought I needed my very own HOOTERS shirt!

Happy Mother's day my friend!

[Jen L.]

Yep. Ya stole my title. That's ok...now I don't have to write an entry! I'll just keep coming over here all week. Maybe I"ll even put up a link to this on my blog, thus cheating AND making sure you get your week's worth out of your entry! :D

Great post. Jack is all kinds of intense when he's playing the drums. Those flower pots are precious.

Happy Mother's Day to you!!

[Frema]

My sentiments exactly. Really. Last night, I told Luke how silly it kind of was to have a day just for moms (and dads, too, I guess) and honoring what we do, because isn't this what we signed up for? Most of us wanted, begged, prayed for, longed to be a mother. I'm so happy I get to BE a mother that I don't care if I washed the dishes before bedtime. (I agree, though, different story hen they're 13 and 12.)

[Frema]

P.S. Kara wore that onesie yesterday, too! Great minds think alike. Or are at least dressed by adults with great minds. :)

[Sant]

Loved the blog entry, Low. This will be something to remember when Sarah, Jr. comes into existence.

Also, I believe that your baby daughter has your eye shape. Just sayin:)

Happy belated Mother's Day!

[Dad]

Precious

[Nikki]

You are so right, every day IS mother's day and we're the lucky ones because we realise that and appreciate what we've got.

Your hair's looking good, too.

[Erica]

Well said!

[Tina]

Happy Belated Mother's Day to one of the best mommies out there! love ya, girl! hope we can have a play date with your boys and Brian's boys soon. =)

[Jenny]

Beautiful post.