Taking a minute to wish all of the mothers a happy Mother's Day. Hope you have a special day, and that you get to celebrate with those you love.
I saw the above image on the web about "great moms", and got to thinking about my younger years (20's and 30's) as a mom. As I think back, I don't think I was always a good mother. I loved being a mom when my children were born and very little. I loved holding them, bathing them, feeding them, snuggling with them, and gazing at them in amazement at the perfect little wonders that were mine. Then I was a good a mom.
But, then life got in the way. When my (2) little ones were just (5) and (7), and starting school, I became a single parent, and had to go to work full time. Fortunately, my own mom lived only (5) minutes away so that my little ones could get off the bus at her house, and I knew they were safe, and well cared for until I got out of work. The few hours of free time that we had together before bedtime, I tired to make quality time, reading to them, coloring with them, and talking about their day at school. I still think I was an pretty good mom then, even though our together time was reduced.
But then life got even more complicated. I worked full time (2) jobs at one time for a few years, went to school (3) nights a week, and then my mom passed away when my children were only 12 and 9. This is when my world seemed to fall apart a bit. I left bitter and angry. I think I became a less than perfect mother as a result as well. I had little time for making sure my children were involved in after school activities like other children. I was working, going to school, involved in a relationship, and my mothering skills, as I look back slipped. There were very very few home cooked meals and easy microwave dishes, frozen pizzas and macaroni and and cheese became household staples. Somehow, my children hung in there for the bumpy ride of life. They never made me feel guilty about the way things were, nor did they cause me any problems to make life any harder than it already was.
Before I new it my children were grown. High School graduations, college graduations, their own apartments and their own lives. I use to wish for the days that life would be easier and the pace would be slower, and how quickly it came. Now life surely is easier, but sometimes I look back with just a bit of sadness for days that passed so quickly, the days I wished away.
For the two best children a mother could ever ask for, I love you and thank you for turning out to be the kind of adults any parent would be extremely proud of. And, if you my wonderful children happen to read this, thank you for the lovely dinner last night in honor of me. It was wonderful.
Happy Mother's Day