Happy (late) Mother’s Day to all the Mommas. I hope you woke up on your own, with a cold Dr. Pepper in the fridge for you. Or hot coffee, or you rock stars who make the healthy things. I don’t know what you drink in the morning, but I hope you had it!
As for the rest of the day, I have some advice for you guys.
Stop expecting a parade today.
Seriously. Expectations breed resentment, it’s a loosing battle that you shouldn’t have engaged in to begin with.
Does that mean you don’t deserve the parade? Hell no. You deserve all the parades, this mommin’ thing ain’t easy. But let me ask you this: do you ever stop and take inventory of the mini parades thrown in your honor? For a moment, remove the “overworked/underpaid/unappreciated patch from your motherhood vest, and think about what your kids and SO have done lately with the intention of helping you, or at the very least, staying out of your way.
I did this a couple months ago. And it’s important to remember that kids and relationships are far from perfect so that “intention” word is super operative. I have at least two “mini parades” every single day between the four kids and my SO. Guys, thats so much more important than a Mother’s Day Parade.
Mini Parades are my girls unloading the dishwasher and cleaning the counter after seeing me struggle and shut down emotionally after a hard day of work. They don’t come tell me, eager for praise and reward, they just go about their business and tell their dad/stepdad’s company to clean up after himself because this was a surprise for me (they’re fantastic, my favorites.. but don’t tell the others).
The Mini Parade when the teenager emerges from his cave, sees me struggling to hold a 22lb five month old and prepare a bottle and just takes him, and then tells me he will start feeding him if I need to go to the bathroom or smoke a cigarette (he’s my favorite, but don’t tell the others).
The MID SIZE parade when my SO starts cooking supper after I told him I would do it after the baby is settled. That one sometimes evolves to a Moderate Parade when the baby is being difficult and he BRINGS ME A PLATE TO BED.
These are my examples though, what are yours? Drop them below and let’s take a day meant for us to be celebrated to realize just how celebrated we are.
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