IT’S THE FREAKIN’ WEEKEND, MOMMY’S!!!!
I know this weekend is supposed to be extra special for the maternal role model but allow me -if you will- a moment to tell you why we are more than just a single recognized calendar day (that some of us try to stretch out over a couple of days [#weekendwinning]).
Let me be VERY clear, I love the thought of a designated day reserved just for me. It makes me feel all warm and cozy on the inside.
Let’s be honest with ourselves. When we decide to embark on the journey of motherhood…even before the very moment of conception…there is no longer any day that is JUST ours. Every waking hour is filled with thoughts of our widdle shuga bears.
Prepartum thoughts are filled with the wonders of what he/she would look like, what type of parent you would be, and all of things you would definitely do with/for/to your baby.
Antepartum thoughts are fueled with emotion and anticipation. The joy of knowing there is a person growing within your body and feeling every twist, turn, hiccup and kick is mind-blowing. You only want the best for that baby and you plan on how to make it happen.
Postpartum and beyond he/she needs to be bathed, fed, dressed, taken to school, homework must be done, play dates arranged, and time-outs enforced.
We worry about safety and we plan for the future. We manage the household EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. for EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. that resides there. We inventory everything from the attic to the basement and back again because “MA HAVE YOU SEEN” and “HONEY WHERE’S MY” is a real thing.
The list is infinite but we get it done.
We are nurses, private investigators, chefs and referee’s. We are educators, dream builders, and support systems. We are designers, artists and entertainers.
And sometimes we are all of these things all in one day for 365 days.
It doesn’t matter what stage you’re in, a true mother will always be in mommy mode.
It’s impossible to cram appreciation for all the love a mother’s heart contains in one day when we love for 365 of them We deserve daily recognition. No matter how seemingly small.
I don’t know about you but I’m pretty simple. I get over the top excited for things like completed chores (unscripted), manners, good grades, thoughtfulness, and a show of appreciation for the little things.
I don’t want to see that 1, one, I, ☝️ day out of the year. I want to know that, from January 1st through December 31, I raised or am raising decent individuals capable of and willing to exhibit acts of UNselfishness and unwavering will and determination to succeed.
I don’t want to wait for the next Mother’s Day because the only days that were guaranteed to me were yesterday and all the days before it.
I don’t want my appreciation in one lump sum and you shouldn’t either. So as you receive your wishes of happiness, flowers, hugs, kisses and whatever else makes you feel like a queen for this one day remember that you are a queen everyday, flowers are available year round, and hugs and kisses are free.
A lifetime of memories is never created in just 24 hours.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY EVERYDAY!