Before I became a Mother, I had grandiose visions of what that meant. I would dream about what Mother's Day was going to be like. I smile when I think of how different my expectations were compared to living the reality of motherhood.
I envisioned the day starting with breakfast in bed, served at about 10:00. Only after I ate my wonderful breakfast, in bed, while maintaining complete control over the remote control, would I be ready for my day of doting to begin.
There were going to be flowers and drawings from the little one. I would not be needed for diaper changes, meal preparation or the dreaded dressing task. And somehow, in my fantasy, the house was always clean.
After insisting on taking our son with him to the mall, they would be gone for most of the afternoon. This left me alone. I would take a bath and then a nap. Scott and Robby would return from the mall, clean and happy. And carrying dinner (probably Chinese). My husband would present me with "the gift," which Robby helped to pick out.
Robby would then have a bath. He wouldn't scream when I washed his hair, and was happy to get out of the tub when we were done. He would give me a big kiss and hug, and go to bed without a struggle. Scott would then surprise me with some version of a heart necklace, with diamonds of course.
I love being a mother, but I have learned that my "visions" were more fantasy based verses reality. I have also learned that I am happiest now with the little things. I cherish the little hugs I get for no reason. I love that Robby loves to help me bake and cook. I am so thankful that he doesn't seem to be bothered by my leg.
I was able to run with Robby today at the park, and I was able to walk through the woods holding him without struggling. My wonderful husband hung a "World's Best Mother" banner on the house. As far as I'm concerned, there is only one thing that can make the celebration better. Instead of breakfast in bed and control over the remote control, I am really hoping that I don't have to get out of bed for the first cup of coffee.
To all my friends and readers, please have a wonderful Mother's Day.
And to my Mom, I want to thank you for all of your support you've given me. I now dream of being as good of a Mom as you, but if I am only half as good I still think I will be successful. Your unfailing support is the definition of unconditional love. I love you. Happy Mother's Day.