Happy Mother’s Day!  I am so incredibly blessed to have the mama I do and my “stand-in” mom-in-law too.  And two(ish) babies on top of it?  This is definitely a cause for celebration.

But  while Mother’s day is a  day that brings so much joy to some , it also brings much sorrow to others.  To the friends I’ve celebrated with and the friends I’ve grieved with this year, I remember you both on this day.

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This year, I’d like to send a special Happy Mother’s day to all of the moms of toddlers.  You are the women of my heart because I know exactly what fills your days.

It is answering  the same question a half-dozen times in a row, ten times a day.

It is swearing that you’ll never be able to pick up another cheerio, raisin, or cracker off the floor, yet  you do it anyway.

It is passing by that one neglected corner of your house day after day, wondering when you’ll ever, ever get to it.  All the while knowing that someday you will, but also knowing that what you are currently doing is more important.

It is picking your battles wisely with someone who has zero reasoning skills.

It is mustering up the inner desire to read one more round of “Pat the bunny” or sing another enthusiastic rendition of “Wheels on the Bus”.

It is sacrificing  conversation with other adults to mop a feverish head, clean up another potty accident, or to play tea party with a needy one.

It is buckling and unbuckling those darn car seat straps trip after trip after trip.

It is wiping the same sticky hands and the same dusty prints day after day after day.  All the while lamenting how much bigger they’re growing.

It is baking cookies, dusting furniture, and picking up crumbs.  Always with a shadow behind you who, for better or worse, has their hand in the flour, their wet rag all over the tv, and a bite of graham cracker dangling from their lips.

It is putting your head on the pillow at night, wondering if you did enough, said too much, pulled away too soon, pushed too hard, gave enough grace, showed too much mercy.  Your job satisfaction is solely determined by your own approval rating.

It is waking up, knowing the quality of your day will be determined by the progress made, the minutes napped, the tantrums mine-swept.  And knowing that you have no control over any of it.  And being okay with that.

Be encouraged.  You keep it up because you are doing the best that you can, day after day.

These days are long and tiring to be sure, but something tells me we will look back on them as the best in our lives.

Happy Mother’s Day to all.

8 Comments on Happy Mother’s day!

  1. Cori Wren
    May 12, 2013 at 7:37 pm (5 years ago)

    “These days are long and tiring to be sure, but something tells me we will look back on them as the best in our lives.” That’s exactly what I keep telling myself! Perfect post. Happy Mother’s Day, Kate! Love you!

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  2. Cori Wren
    May 12, 2013 at 7:37 pm (5 years ago)

    “These days are long and tiring to be sure, but something tells me we will look back on them as the best in our lives.” That’s exactly what I keep telling myself! Perfect post. Happy Mother’s Day, Kate! Love you!

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  3. Bree Setterlof
    May 12, 2013 at 11:19 pm (5 years ago)

    Loved this one! Beautifully said!

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  4. Bree Setterlof
    May 12, 2013 at 11:19 pm (5 years ago)

    Loved this one! Beautifully said!

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  5. Sweet Mama K
    May 13, 2013 at 6:19 pm (5 years ago)

    Thank you both! I am blessed to call you friends, especially as we all figure this out together 🙂

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  6. Sweet Mama K
    May 13, 2013 at 6:19 pm (5 years ago)

    Thank you both! I am blessed to call you friends, especially as we all figure this out together 🙂

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  7. Amy
    May 14, 2013 at 5:49 pm (5 years ago)

    LOVE this Kate! You have such a way with words! Thanks for sharing!

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  8. Amy
    May 14, 2013 at 5:49 pm (5 years ago)

    LOVE this Kate! You have such a way with words! Thanks for sharing!

    Reply

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