I will never forget the first Mother’s Day card I received from my mom and dad 4 years ago. Though just a simple note, it was a celebration of my new personal journey, an affirmation of how great of a job I have been doing (even though I’m sure I was pretty much a wreck at the time). That card is one of the most treasured card I have received because until then, “Mom” was just a term associated with nothing but receiving. After becoming a mother myself, I understood the enormity of love and sacrifice behind it.
Being a mother means that I will always put myself second, my needs, my immediate dreams, my appearances, my hygiene, everything takes a backseat when I am needed. But being a mother has also been God’s biggest gift to me. Because of my two lovely kids, I’ve been able to discover the side of me that I didn’t even know existed. This nurturing, motherly, and intuitive side. Not gonna lie, there are days I just feel like an utter failure as a mom, I served fast food, let them watch TV when I just needed some time to finish blogging. I’ve probably said more “Nos than “Yeses” and got short and impatient and hot tempered when they pushed my buttons. I’m not a perfect mom or a super mom, I am just a mom, struggling to figure out this motherhood thing one day at a time. Here is my toast to all of the moms:
To mothers who set their alarm at 2:00am to pump or feed their infant when all she wants to do is rest and sleep.
To mothers who smiled and waved to the kids goodbye on their first day of school but burst into tears when she got in her car.
To mothers who have scooped poop out of bathtubs, scrubbing the tub with Clorox, fighting every urge of gagging.
To mothers who have kissed and applied ice packs on every boo-boos however tiny.
To working mothers who have been away for days, only to arrive home to meltdowns or even worse unnoticed.
To mothers who bite their tongues instead of saying “I told you so” when their children deserve it 100%.
To mothers who would gladly take the broken arm or stomach flu or broken heart if it could spare their child the pain.
To mothers of toddlers who spend all day running and chasing, wiping down counters, picking up toys.
To single mothers who work 3 jobs to provide for their kids.
To stay at home moms who was once a successful career woman but gave it all up to spend more time with their kids.
Here’s to us, ALL of us.
Happy Mother’s Day Weekend!!
~ xo Sheree
Photo : : Rebecca Ou