Today is mother's day. I called my mom this morning to wish her well and in the midst of our conversation, I realized that all that I love about myself as a mother I patterned after what I learned from my own mom. All that I am not as pleased about, all my crazy, that's all me (and all my mom's crazy, that's all her).
Today is mother's day. I have done three loads of laundry, shopped at two supermarkets, cleaned up from my breakfast in bed and from the spice rub for this afternoon's barbecue that left a mess on the counter. This is the unsung work of mothers. We who work full time, but also manage to schedule play dates and orthodontist appointments and to get the camp medical forms in on time. We who regularly make sure our children are clean and fed and smiling. And while unsung may sound like under-appreciated and it certainly feels like that in the worst of moments, it's not really that way. The thank yous may not occur after each and every act, but the love that I know my children feel for me and that I know they too will take the best of me (and my mom) when they become parents themselves, in the end, it is enough.
Today is mother's day. Happy mothers day to all the inspiring moms whom I know.