There's a good reason why we celebrate Mother's Day (other than to boost the economy by buying cards, flowers, candy, and other assorted items.) Moms need at least one day a year to feel appreciated and to remind themselves of why they became moms in the first place. Motherhood is the gift that keeps on giving, from the initial 24/7 nature of the job, which no human on earth is ever prepared for; to the realization that you will worry about these people for the rest of your life. You will also be unhesitatingly willing to lay down your life for theirs.
In the idiocy of my youth, I figured that motherhood would be a snap, since I had helped babysit my 3 younger siblings, including diapering the youngest. My mother made it look so easy. She cooked, cleaned, made most all of our clothes, and still had time to sing, and often solo, in the church choir. At the time, I never wondered why she muttered under her breath so often about "people" who apparently didn't do what they were supposed to do.
Motherhood has done many things for me. It has ensured that I will never again in my life sleep through the night without waking at least once. I will never again be quite sure that my memory is reliable - too many thoughtus interruptus moments when my children were young. For that matter, I'm not sure that I speak in complete sentences any more. My train of thought derails on a daily basis.
When you become a mother, you automatically enter the town of Lake Wobegon, where all the children are above average - or at least other people's children are. Is your child sitting up on schedule? Isn't she walking/potty-trained yet? Does your child star in every sport known to mankind, while maintaining an A+ average, and the popularity of a superstar? Has your child been accepted to an Ivy League college, or to the poor-you-where-did-you-go-wrong party school that accepts every applicant? Is your child a doctor, lawyer, financial savant, or married to one? And what about your grandchildren? Oh, your son/daughter isn't married yet?
It ain't an easy job, folks. Not on your ego, your wallet, or your heart. But I don't regret for a minute that I became a mother. After all, I have a daughter who is strong, a son who is good-looking; and both of them are above average! (Thank you, Garrison Keillor!)
Miss you Mom!