On the Subject of Motherhood…

“All that I am and all that I hope to be I owe to my mother.” Abraham Lincoln

When I think back to my childhood, whenever anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, it was simple. I wanted to be a mom. At some point along the way, I wanted to be a teacher as well, but it never dawned on me that I wouldn’t be a mom first and foremost. And I was. And I have no regrets. That doesn’t mean I don’t have moments where I think, I wonder what would’ve happened if…or who might I have been if I didn't… but then I think back to the minutes, hours, days and years that I spent with my kids and I know it was the right choice for me. So, as an expert, (HAHA) with 33 years of experience and now two granddaughters, I have a few thoughts on the subject of motherhood and being a mom:

Mothers love you as no one else ever will.

We are your greatest fans.

We can be your harshest critics.

If we do our job well, as an adult, you will be one of our very best friends.

We failed multiple times.

We’ve been wrong.

You’ve been right. Not a lot, but sometimes.

We don’t always think your project, dance, or artwork is the best, but we tell you it is.

We’ve tried marijuana, but that’s it. No, really…

We can solve most of the world’s problems.

We’ve been your doctor, nurse, teacher, psychologist, chauffeur, personal shopper, personal assistant, hairstylist, chef, banker, and safe harbor in any storm.

We know you don’t hate us.

We forgive you.

The days you admit that we were right, are like Christmas morning. Every time.

There’s nothing we won’t do for you. But don’t test us.

We love to tell other people how awesome you are.

We cry thinking about just how awesome you are.

When your heart breaks, ours crumbles.

When someone is unkind to you, we draw up how to get away with murder plans.

We’re good at guilt because guilt is good. Keeps you on the straight and narrow.

We do have eyes in the backs of our heads.

Dads are nowhere near as scary as we can be.

As you get older, we know you need to leave us, but bear with us, we might need a minute.

We can not explain the feeling we experience when we see you with your own child.

When you achieve, we achieve.

We love when you call unless it’s from jail or for money.

We can’t wait for you to come back from college for the summer. We also love when you go back.

We see ourselves in you. We apologize. DNA is tricky.

We are here for you. Always.

Momma loves you.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. You are killing it! They don’t call it the toughest job in the world for no reason. Enjoy your breakfasts in bed, or brunches out. Drink your mimosas and your Bloody Marys. Believe as I did that the homemade cards I received were the work of true future artists. Take this day to take it all in and congratulate yourselves on a job well done.

Abe said it best! And he was damn right!