I find it interesting (and ironic) how usually all I want for Mother’s Day is to not actually have to do anything that mothers do. I want to have meals cooked, messes cleaned, problems solved, diapers changed, decisions made, stories read–all by someone else.
This year I decided to simply relish the fact that I get to be a mom. I won’t be doing any marathon spring cleaning today, or cooking a lavish feast (I’d need an oven for that, and better skills in the kitchen anyway). But if one of my kids wants to cuddle on the couch or play a game, I’ll do it. If they want me to take them do bed instead of daddy, I’ll do it. And hopefully always remember how truly blessed I am to call them mine.
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