Although, I am NOT pregnant (knocking on wood until my knuckles
bleed) I expect I’m feeling a little bit of baby-envy, especially now
that my bloggity-good friend, Mom-101 has given birth to a beautiful little girl (welcome aboard, Sage!) and – not to mention being surrounded by newly and happily married
– I can’t help but feel this terrible urge to kiss someone and signed
nearly every end-of-the-year permission slip my children have brought
home from school…xoxoxo!
SIGH.
Why, yes – I’m premenstrual, so what! – I had a very lovely weekend,
all things considered, and was feeling pretty good, actually, as if I
had a decent handle on, you know, things.
Until.
"Um…where are all the flowers and…uh…aren’t there any other mothers coming?"
Mini-me and I had plans to plant flowers with her girl scout troop
early Saturday morning and I actually was able to get us showered and
out of the house on time, for once.
"Well, it’s still sort of early."
Me, and one other mother, showed up for 8:45 a.m. and I wouldn’t
have been the least bit surprised if I had gotten the date, time or
directions wrong, again.
"Yep, you’re at the right park."
We chatted for only a few more minutes – because, well….um….I
can’t seem to be able to stand…or, sit…without having to talk to
someone, or something, to the point where all the women blink and turn
away in awkward silence; can you? – and a couple of mothers finally
showed up.
"I don’t know about you guys, but I’m thinking this thing’s been canceled."
Silence.
"And I’m trying really hard, NOT to be annoyed, right now."
Blink, blink.
"It’s not like we all didn’t have something better to do, on Mother’s Day weekend, yes?"
Awkward silence.
To make a long story short (I know, too late!) the flower planting
was canceled and I, nor the other handful of mothers who DID show, did
NOT get the email.
"Well, at least we DID get an early start on our day, right?"
Blink, blink.
So, everyone grabbed their little diggers and went home. Except, me.
Because…um…I forgot to bring our hand trowels…and stayed behind
to chat and catch up with another mommy friend and the only other
person to show up from our troop.
"Why, yes…I write, for a living…um…sort of…but, it also allows me to work out a lot of, you know, personal issues."
Blink, blink.
Like, feeling as if I were, once again, kept out of the loop – yeah,
I’m probably being paranoid, so what? – to the point that I am starting
to believe that I am NOT worth the ten-cents-a-minute.
Awkward silence.
Don’t worry – I’m probably only being premenopausal, again! – it’s
just that I always thought that motherhood was going to, you know,
somehow supposed to get easier. Now, my kids are growing up (so fast,
btw!) I seem to be worrying more, than when they were, you know, a lot
more little-ish.
What will they do? How will they live? Where are they going? Who’s
going to teach them? What’s up with all the insanity and when will I be
loved?
Then, I woke up.
Dear Mom,Happy Mother’s Day! I love you so much! I hope you have a great
Day, and try not to work yourself extremely hard today! Relax! Love you
so much!Thing One
Dear Mom,On this day, I get so many memories of all you have done. When
there is a bad time, you always pull through. That’s why today is all
about you! I thank you for giving me life, the strength to move on.
Whenever I was hurt, you would be there to heal the wound. Whenever I’m
scared, you would be next to me, right there. I think of your love, and
smile, and that feeling lasts a while! What I’m trying to say, is "I
Love You Mom!" and I always will!Thing Two
XOX,I love you and have a Happy Mothers Day.
Mini-Me [written with all the "y’s" facing backward]
Dear Mommy,I wish you a happy Mothers Day. I am giving you a surprise. Love ya!
Your Son,
Little Man
Blink, blink.
I reached into the bag, gently pulled out the package of tissue paper and unwrapped the pretty silver frame.
"Teacher asked me to write it and, like, to describe my mother."
Yes, my Mother’s Day was very lovely – thank you for asking – and
don’t worry too much about being able to handle more than one kid, Liz. Whenever in doubt, just think of me and the seven simple little words written by my Little Man…
Kindhearted, beautiful, charming, shopping, cleaning, gorgeous, magnifico…
…and, in the future, if anyone ever needs any help, from me, feel
free to drop a line – especially, if you can’t make it and decide to
CANCEL! – or, stop by This Full House of worn out maternity
wear and mother guilt, anytime, and I’ll be more than happy to provide
an example, in showing you exactly what NOT to do.
Just don’t call me…MAGNIFICO…I mean it!
