Happy Mother’s Day to all my fellow mamas out there–especially the ones who’ve helped me so much during Sweet Pea’s first year! I couldn’t have survived without your advice, assistance, and stories from the parenting trenches.
I would like to take this opportunity to focus on my own mother, better known these days as Super Grandma. Let’s be honest, here. The woman is ridiculously amazing. She’s invested tons of time, care, and love into our whole family. Frankly, I always took that for granted. In fact, I just assumed that her brand of patience (to say nothing for her impressive housekeeping skills) were immediately acquired the minute one became a mother. I thought, for instance, that as soon as I spawned a wee one I would automatically know how to fold a fitted sheet. I also thought that I’d naturally want to focus all of my attention on Sweet Pea’s antics–whenever she wanted me, 24-7, world without end, amen.
Alas, it is not so.
This year, I’ve come to appreciate motherhood as an endurance sport: rewarding and wonderful, yes, but not without its painful days (and painful obligations). I am so grateful to the foundation my mother has given me, to say nothing for the constant help as I figure out my own parenting style. Thanks, Mom! You set the bar impossibly high… but I guess that’s the way it should be.