The Road of Motherhood
A Mother’s Day post was on my blog schedule for months, but it never materialized. I sat, many times, trying to figure out what to write but the words never came. What do you say? Do I talk about what motherhood means to me? What my moms and grandmas have done in my life? Or perhaps a memory about a Mother’s Day from the past? I couldn’t figure it out so this weekend, my blog stood in silence while life continued on.
This weekend was a busy one. Plans on Friday were suddenly scrapped once we received the dreaded phone call from daycare. The Rotavirus that has been making rounds through the center finally found out youngest. It was truly pitiful to watch our little one deal with being so forcefully ill. The house sat in a state of mess, fun plans were canceled, work was rushed, and I sat for hours holding a sweet toddler, who spent the afternoon throwing up. Everywhere. It was then a night of little sleep, spent changing sheets and doing cleanup activities at 3am.
Friday wasn’t planned and it wasn’t expected, but that is how motherhood often plays out.
Saturday was supposed to contain a quiet morning with a quick drop off of our son for a morning of honor band. This ‘quick drop off’ turned into a hour of back and forth driving for a host of reasons to include a change of clothes and missing items; all with the fear of running out of gas and our son missing parts of an event that he’s been looking forward to.
But we eventually got it all figured out and later in the day we were able to watch him play his saxophone, demonstrating songs that they just learned and watching with joy at how well he’s truly doing.
Saturday morning was a mix of stress and pride, but that can be said for most days as a mom.
Saturday night was originally expected to be quiet without plans or events. It instead turned into a fun night of our first backyard fire of the year and the kids playing for hours with a party pack of glow sticks. After the kids were in bed my husband and I sat under the stars in our quiet neighborhood, surrounded by darkness that was broken only by the glow of the fire. Just being – Talking, laughing, and enjoying the night of no plans that turned into a night of amazing memories.
A quiet Saturday night instead turned in a moment to enjoy the little things and to focus on the gifts we’ve received.
On Sunday, Mother’s Day came with a morning of breakfast, cards and hugs that all moms look forward to. I got to sit back and watch our family before me. My sweet, crazy, perfectly-imperfect family. The result of so many past decisions, successes and mistakes which brought us to this place today. A place that I wasn’t expecting, a place that can be a mix of stress and joy, and a place where I am reminded to enjoy, and seek out, the little amazing things that are constantly occurring.
Maybe that’s in fact what motherhood is all about…Finding a way to go through the rhythm of life, the ups and downs of parenting, with grace, humility and optimistic joy.