Oh where to begin? I have spent the last four, well almost five now, weeks in the ever changing, surprising, and sleepless world of spring allergy and flu season. I often wonder when I have to cancel on someone or mention my schedule to friends in passing if they think I am making all this up. We have not gone one day without asthma attacks, evacuations from one end or the other, trips to the doctor, or pop-ins at the pharmacy in 33 days.
As I begin each day pondering whether I can sneak out my own bed without waking up the little one next to me after yet another long night, I always seem to move onward as if this vortex of illness were my everyday life. I guess we just learn to go with the flow, whether that includes six loads of laundry to rid your bedding and everything in between it and your toilet of lovely stains, or laying for what seems like hours on end next to a struggling little body fighting for each breath, only to dash off to a work appointment, followed by diner preparation and another late night “adventure.”
It seems to have gotten so far out of control that I wonder if my life might find some humor for other mom’s on the big screen. It would be nice to catch a giggle witnessing someone else having bodily fluids hit their face exorcism style, just because in the moment, it’s not the least bit hilarious, yet it is just another day in the life long journey of motherhood.
I also find irony in the fact those sleepless nights, now that my children are no longer infants, seems to hit me like a ton of bricks. How did I do this every day and night when they were infants…its mind boggling!
Throughout it all, more than anything, I am always amazed at the gifts we are given. This inexplicable, inherit reaction to do whatever it takes to be there in whatever facet needed for my children. I think the old term, there is no “I” in team, really stemmed from there is no “I” in motherhood…which I seem to be quite fine with. My eyebrows can get bushy, my hair a bit “rooty”, or whatever it takes until my brood are back on their feet.
For every single one of us, in our own way, we are super heroes. We may not scour tall buildings or save people form burning bridges, but it’s our love and sacrifices that keep our children and families together, mentally and physically. So to every single one of you out there I honor you in your own special and unique way. I challenge you to take the time this Mother’s Day to appreciate your self and everything you are and do for everyone around you. You deserve it!
May this Mother’s Day be one that you will cherish for many years to come in your Mommy memory bank!
We hope you’ll stay & play ~