I have so many words in my head and heart for Mother’s Day.
So many mothers I would love to write about and give words to so they know what impact they have had on me…and how they continue to inspire me every single day.
So many different types of moms: laid back ones, working moms, stay at home moms, teacher moms, best friend moms, groovy moms, trendy moms, veteran moms, newbie moms, optimistic moms, realistic moms, dreamy moms, dreamer moms, hot moms, sad moms, hurting moms, waiting-to-be moms, past moms, present moms, my mom.
All deserving of something extraordinary.
But this year there was no fanfare.
And I was glad for it.
There was no running around to all of the mothers and trying to thank every mother who has ever mothered me or inspired me to mother.
There was sleeping in.
There were boys pouncing on the bed.
There were new jammies that someone (ahem…EDDIE) had already told me about.
There were cards…one in particular with a “macaroni and cheese machine” drawn on it.
There were wet kisses and tight hugs.
There was fighting and whining and pooping in diapers and barging into the bathroom.
There were groceries gotten and laundry done.
There was feeding of hungry boys.
There was grading of long-overdue tests.
There was a bubble bath.
There was rocking.
There was wearing sweat pants all day.
There was this…
Smile as hard as you can.
And hold on even harder than that.
So much power in that title.
I hope I do justice to it.