Mother’s Day in the Life
Being a mom requires you to take the good with the bad and the ugly with the great. Today, I was greeted by a loving husband who let me sleep in and happy squeals of girls who couldn't wait to give me their Mother's Day gifts.
Our nap-deprived one-year-old took turns laughing and crying as we meandered around the zoo. At lunch, I took a bite of the sandwich she wouldn't eat and only after taking said bite, realized her runny nose had run onto it. It was hot, so we let the five-year-old jump in the fountain with all her clothes on, and then triaged a dramatic meltdown for the next hour when she was suddenly convinced that the chlorine in the fountain water would ruin her skirt. We walked back toward the parking lot with a toddler who refused to ride in her stroller and a sobbing five-year-old who sunk into the vacated stroller after insisting she couldn't walk a step more and only calmed down after her father gave her a chemistry lesson (not all chemicals are bad; even water is a chemical.)
We had root beer floats on our porch before dinner.
My husband asked our youngest, "What does Mama say?" And she replied, "Love you!"
As we tucked our oldest into bed, she asked me, "Mama, was this your best day ever of your whole life?" And I said, "Yes, you bet it was." Because this is motherhood, and this is real life, and I am so grateful for this season.








