To all the mamas, mamas’ mamas, and mamas’ mamas’ mamas, here’s to you. To all the future mamas, step-mamas, preggo mamas, to you, too.
For birthing out watermelon-sized humans out of our vaginas without meds, with meds, with a cesarian, in emergencies or at home, with midwifes or OBs, with a group of loved ones or just our partners, with siblings helping and watching for the arrival of their lifelong best friend,
For all of the sleepless nights, of a good night having only two or three wakeups for feeding, diaper changes, or cuddlings from nightmares about wanting two pigtails instead of one,
Sitting in a driveway to wait out a carseat nap since we know if we move them they’ll wake up immediately,
For the almost naps while at least one kid is sleeping, for passing out on the couch in a room filled with toy noise, and keeping one eye open while we lay face down on the floor in a makeshift bed,
For taking 20,ooo photos that might have 20 with us in it,
Making dinner that they won’t eat, making another dinner that they might take a bite of, and hoping that peanut butter is enough to grow a toddler,
For the meals we didn’t get a chance to finish, eaten with one hand, or barely noticed or straight up missed, and the candy and cupcakes eaten while hiding around the corner because we didn’t want to share, and the desserts we only took one bite of because somebody little wanted it more,
And for all the face, hands, butt, and nose wiping, for getting covered in barf multiple times a night, for changing pee-covered sheets and doing mountains of tiny clothes laundry,
For training those kids to sit on a tiny potty, never having a moment alone in the bathroom, for having team dumps (TD’s) for life,
Showering with one or two slippery bodies playing with ducks at our feet while we try to keep our balance,
The kidless hour after all is quiet in the house for blogging, pooping, drinking a beer, or cruising the internet, or more likely, doing the dishes,
I hope your breakfast today is made by little hands who “know how to do that” while not wearing pants so that you get time to blog, watch a show you actually want to watch during the day, and you get those sweet handmade gifts that make you tear up. I hope you get at least a nap, a shower alone, and to do something fun with the fam like flying a kite at a farmer’s market. And I hope you know that you are loved, so you should enjoy all of those chubby cheeks, so go gnaw on them and get as much of their sugar today as possible. Remember, your mother did the same thing, so call that noble woman and if you can, let her get some of your sugar. It’s the law.
What are you doing for Mother’s Day? Or, a better question, what are your people doing for you?