The Reality of Mother's Day
Mother's Day, though intended to be a day of bliss for all moms, doesn't mean that you can stop being a mom as momming duties are still needed.
For lunch, my husband and brother had that covered. And again I helped clean up and pack away leftovers. I didn’t have to, but as a mother trying to keep a household running, it’s become instinctual for me to pitch in and do it. You could say I have a hard time accepting help and letting others do things for me. Even on Mother’s Day.
After lunch, my husband decided to take the 4-year-old out the play. At first I thought about just staying home with the baby, but then I realized that if I were to wear her in the Ergo carrier, she’d most likely take a nap. She hates napping in a crib as much as she hates sleeping more than two hours at night, but if she were nestled next to me, she would fall asleep for a bit and at least I’d have the use of both of my hands. So a Mother’s Day win was getting the baby to take a nap, albeit it wasn’t a solo nap. I’ll take any momming victory I can get.
At one point, I decided that I needed to get the obligatory shot of me and my girls on Mother’s Day, my first Mother’s Day as a mom of two. The baby was super cooperative. The 4-year-old was not. Picture after picture she was a grumpasaurous. Finally we did a little reverse psychology and told her to absolutely not smile and there was no laughing allowed, and of course she couldn’t resist giggling up a storm. We will be keeping a few of those grumpy outtakes, though, for posterity you know—those moments when it’s time to embarrass her on prom night. There’s always a silver lining in my book.
Dinner was a grab-all-the-leftovers-out-of-the-fridge kind of night, which again gave me some respite. Some extra time to myself, of which I spent packing my lunch for the next day, preparing bottles for the baby while I was away at work, and cleaning out the crockpot of my weekly batch of oatmeal I make for breakfast during the work week.
And at the end of the day, a win was getting both of the girls settled for bed without any fights or tears. I had about three hours to myself on Mother’s Day evening. It was glorious. I sat on the couch and stared at the TV for some of that time, took a shower, and then fell asleep for a bit. But then, of course, at 11:30 PM, the baby woke up for the first time of the night, and then proceeded to wake up two more times throughout the night.
This was my Mother’s Day reality. My everyday reality, really, though I did have some extra moments to myself to relax on Sunday. But really, what matters most to me as a mother is catching those sweet moments of my girls cuddling in bed together, getting the baby to take a nap, regardless of how it’s attained, and being showered with sweet cards. Sure it’s fun to have a day where you are supposed to be pampered, but the actuality of my Mother’s Day is a day where I get to be a mom, with all the ups and downs that come with this role. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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