I Celebrated Being a Mother by Avoiding Being a Mother.

It's super weird that there I have a picture of us in church, right? I know. I always want to remember how they both climb on me, and there are few times when I am dressed + have someone to document it. I'll always yearn for sticky fingers pulling on me when I'm passed this stage.
It’s super weird that there I have a picture of us in church, right? I know. I always want to remember how they both climb on me, and there are few times when I am dressed + have someone to document it. I’ll always yearn for sticky fingers pulling on me when I’m passed this stage.

I love my angel babies, but today, I didn’t want gifts. I just wanted a few hours of being ignored.

After a particularly enriching church meeting, I hid in my room and tabulated high priority Mother’s Day activities. Shower forever? Take a long bath? Nap? Clean out my closet? Bask in the silence of my room? Cartwheels?

Next year, before seeking solidarity, I’ll need to remember to pack snacks or have Brian slip me a quesadilla under the door or something.

I was half expecting a war zone when my guilt set in and I emerged from my room, but it was all clean. And there was dinner waiting.

Oh OKAY Brian.
Oh OKAY Brian.

The deep love I have for my children takes my breath away. Being a mother overwhelms me in the best way, with gratitude, humility, and the most untainted love I’ve ever felt. I adore Brian for many things, but in recent years, the spotlight has been on his ability to lighten my load as a mom. I’m so blessed to have so many women in my life to exemplify wonderful motherhood. I’m forever grateful for my friends that are in the same stage of life, who can empathize, and give me encouragement and laughter.

No other human beings feel emotion with as much passionate intensity as a mother. THAT is what makes us so crazy.

And THAT’S why I needed an emotionless 3 hours in my room today. Boo-ya.

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