You have been at the top of my 'skills' list on my
10. Last November, I received a call from Dear Son's school nurse telling me that he fell, was okay, but seemed a little quiet. I said I would come pick him up. Not knowing that we would end up in the ER for the next five hours (for a rapidly progressing concussion), I walked out of the door, but just on a whim, decided to go back and pick up DS' lovey, Bluey Bear. That was probably my smartest move as a mother for the past entire year. It was what made our ER visit--as scary as it was--just that little bit less scary for DS. #motherlyinstinctsavestheday
9. There are certain things that only mommies do, at least in my house. Adding to all the Mommy Magic (boo-boo-kissing and feel-good-hugging) items on the list, I am the only one that trims the kiddos' fingernails and toenails, and I am the only person who personally pulls out loose teeth. For the precision, timeliness, and efficiency these jobs require, only I--and no one else (ahem)--am capable of completing them. #itakeallthecredithere
8. Having been the Chair of our PTO Healthy Snack Program at DS' preschool this school year, I have gone to the market and bought fresh fruits or vegetables for all the students of the school, once a week, for every week the school has been in session on Thursdays. Along with the Healthy Snack AM and PM Team of parent volunteers, we prepare the foods (wash, cut, and portion) for the children. I have transported more fruits and vegetables in my car this school year than the weight of a baby elephant. #imakathesnacklady
7. By allowing DS to come over to our bed should he wake up at night, I suffer from bed-battle-wounds. A foot in my stomach or a slap on my face is almost a guaranteed occurrence. Dear Husband gets fewer injuries because, let's just say, DS has a keen sense of smell even when he's asleep. #mygiftforsmellingnice
6. I really should score big Parenting Points for the conversation that I have been concocting in my head--the one I have to have with Dear Daughter--probably sooner than later, and all the hours I have spent on articulating this particular chat that I know DH will be as far away from as possible. #wishmeluck
5. Now come the easy reasons: in the last year, the numbers of hours I spend cleaning this place I call home: scrubbing the toilets, vacuuming the carpet, mopping the floors, dusting all surfaces, and running loads of laundry (but not folding--I ain't Superwoman)... The number comes to 936,000. Granted, that's in seconds. But that's the time my life is dedicated to that stuff I do, only to have to do it over and over and over and over again. #andagain
4. Since we're still on that topic, the next logical reason is the number of dishes I wash, with or without the help of my dishwasher (usually without, unless we have company): a gabazillion plus one. #neverendingtask
3. Next, the number of times I have had to hand wash poop-stained underwear in a day THREE TIMES IN A ROW because Miss Stingy doesn't want to throw away beyond-gross underwear. #shehasissues
2. With the proper amount of water, sunlight, and air, I grow an abundance of patience that always get used up no matter how much is put away for rainy days. #avirtuethatisneverenough
1. And finally, my proudest self-imposed restriction as a mommy: that I purposefully own the fewest number of knickers as a way to ensure that everyone in my family always has clean knickers to wear. I'm the only one who ever runs of out clean underwear. #ohthesacrifices
Believe you me, these reasons are not meant to boast my mothering skills. Every mother in this world has her own set of skills to raise her children. Every mother is worthy of endless celebrations of being a caretaker not limited to only once a year. Every mother is a giving soul that knows of no self more important than her children or family. This, in essence, is just my cheat sheet so that I can enjoy my Mother's Day brunch without feeling like I don't really deserve the attention. Because in our giving role, it is often easy to forget that it's okay for us to receive, too.
So, Mothering, I am proud to have you as a set of skills that continues to make me a better person, a more dedicated caretaker, and a very deserving Mom. I will keep my cheat sheet in mind while I celebrate the one day of the year that makes me special because of my day-to-day job. You really are my proudest accomplishment in the last nine years, even if it's only on that non-existent resume.
Happy Mother's Day to all Moms!