This year for mother's day I got a sick baby. In retrospect, it was all my fault. I have been sick and put off going to the doctor to get an antibiotic, and then her highness came down with the exact same thing. The ironic thing is I didn't go to the doctor because I didn't want to drag her with me and expose her to all those germs, duh. Mommy fail #321.
Mother's Day arrived with little fanfare, following a stretch of 3 sleepless nights. As I got up to go get the screaming baby, Anthony rolled over and said "Happy Mother's Day." I kind of rolled my eyes and went to tend to my wailing child. Later, when it was time for us to go to brunch, Alice fell asleep while we were waiting on Daddy to finish up getting ready. Instead, I got take out Panera. Not the french toast I was hoping for, but that's okay. We spent the day alternating between cleaning the house and entertaining an extremely cranky toddler. Late in the day we went to a friend's house to celebrate their engagement. The babysitter came to take over the snot wiping and we left saying, "call us if she is upset, we will come right home, blah blah blah." We get home to find out she took another hour and a half nap, ate all her dinner, and had been generally in a good mood despite a few rough patches. Thanks for the break, Alice. She obviously did not get the Mother's Day memo that Mother's Day is generally about the, ahem, Mother.
But hey, this is what being a mommy is. It is not all breakfast in bed, flowers and sweet little cards with hand print flowers (which I did get, thank you preschool teachers). It is about holding your child in the middle of the night when she can't sleep. It is wiping her tears when she cries because she doesn't feel good but doesn't have the words to tell you where it hurts. It is watching endless hours of Yo Gabba Gabba and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse because that is only thing that quiets the crying and keeps her entertained at 3am while also allowing you to doze. When you are a mom you have a person depending on you for everything. Eeks, that is a lot of pressure. Especially when you are sleep deprived and surviving on coffee and little else. Fortunately, while my husband knows that being a mother is the most rewarding thing of my life, gifts are always welcome and appreciated. What softens the blow of several days of snot patrol and saline nose spray wrestling matches? An awesome new Cuisinart Toaster Oven. That is how Alice's dad shows his appreciation of me as the mother of his child and all future children.
Mother's Day is the day that we remember our mom's for how wonderful they are to us. We call them and tell them we love them, send them flowers, take them to brunch. We give them cards that have flowers and glitter and declarations of our love and appreciation. This year, beside her pudgy hand print, A's card should have said "Dear Mom, today I want to thank you for everything you do for me. No matter how much food I throw, you still feed me. No matter how many times I loose my mind in Target, you still buy me things. No matter how many times I flail and scream like a wild cougar on the changing table, you still give me fresh diapers. And that time I threw up in your face and you didn't cry, that really showed me how much you care. You are awesome mom, today, tomorrow and always."