So, it’s mother’s day. I’m a mom. What would happen if I didn’t post a mother’s day post? Granted it’s technically not mother’s day anymore, but if I haven’t gone to sleep I’m still counting it. Could I be sleeping right now? Probably. The better question is, should I be sleeping right now; the answer is yes. Yes I should be sleeping. I just couldn’t go to bed, though, without sending a message to all those Moms out there.
When I say Moms, I mean mothers of every medium. Adoptive mothers, foster mothers, expecting mothers, grandmothers, new mothers, veteran mothers, MOPS – I’m talking about all of you.
I think that it’s hard to be a mom these days. Well, let’s be real. It’s probably always been hard to be a mom. I mean, what in the world did mothers do – how did they cope before coffee and PBS Kids? I don’t think I could survive without it. I certainly couldn’t speak without that morning cup. I don’t think I could ever get anything done without those kids shows. I’m thinking of a time when mothers managed to churn their own butter, sew their own clothes, milk their own cows, comfort and care for their children, cook every meal for their families all without a vehicle, electricity and coffee. How did they do it? Those were some tough chicks. Continue reading “Honor and sacrifice, it’s in the job description.”