In honor of moms having a relaxing day, I will keep this short:
We have all heard the jokes about what mothers really want for Mother’s Day: a shower without little hands peaking under the bathroom door, a meal eaten while it is still hot and while others are actually eating, and ah-yes – a full night’s sleep! Jokes aside, though, that’s really what we want!
The clock has just struck midnight so it is officially Mother’s Day, but I can guarantee that those things listed above will not be gifted to me. In fact, here I am at midnight, bright eyed and awake. Why? Because the gift of peace for a mom is non-existent.
Baby G has an ear infection. It’s the outer ear, so not contagious, but not any less painful. He is on an antibiotic regimen and on a very strict “no pool” status. He hates it. I hate it. He can’t sleep and with his big brown eyes he begs me to help him get rid of the pain. Of course, I can’t. I have done all I can to help alleviate the pain, but until those little drops start kicking in, all I can do is wait and remind him it’s OK. Right. Like that helps.
It’s more than that – in just writing those three short paragraphs, I had to stop to give Baby W a bottle when he woke up, rock him back to sleep, let a cat out of the house, let another cat back in the house, and get a blanket for Baby G. This motherhood business is never-ending. It doesn’t even pause for a day – or a night.
But us moms who are giving it all up – we have something extra special coming our way. It’s things like these:
This was from Baby D. His very awesome teacher sent him home every day this week from school with a different Mother’s Day craft. Baby D would then proudly present them to me as soon as he walked in the door: “Do you like this, Mamma? Did I do a good job?” Of course he did a good job – he did a great job! The gesture, the craft – it’s pretty nice. But the meaning behind it – now that is superb.
If it wasn’t for the small things like this one, I wouldn’t be a mom. If it wasn’t for the fact that I am the only one that can help ease ear pain by just letting you sit in my lap, I wouldn’t be a mom. If I wasn’t awake at almost 1 am on Mother’s Day ensuring everyone else is content, I wouldn’t be a mom.
So, to all you moms out there who are up in the middle of the night with a sick child, or a list of chores to finish, or a mind full of worries for your family, or even if you are working that dreaded night shift to support your little ones – my warmest wishes of a happy Mother’s Day go to you. You will likely not catch much of a break tomorrow, or the day after that: just remember, our job is never ending.
Now, let me rush back to my camomile Mother’s Day date.