Motherhood

I've been planning to take some time to share a few profound sentiments on the topic of 'Motherhood.'  With 10+ years of experience under my belt, there are a handful of wisdoms that I can afford to pass along.  But, what is that old saying?  "If you want to make your children guffaw, tell them your plans involve quiet time."  Something like that.  

The fact is that at this moment on this sacred day of honoring mothers, Marley is upstairs loudly mediating an argument between Shutterfly and Twilight Sparkle, and the boys are engaged in a competition to see who can use the maximum amount of potty humor and minimum amount of brain capacity.

The profundity (it's a word, I googled it) of my post is going to be significantly impacted, but if you'll bear with me, I'm going to attempt a little photo essay on the topic of Motherhood.

When you are a mom. . .

There will be days when you beat your head against the wall while you watch for that gosh-dang Calgon truck to show up and fill the jacuzzi tub that you don't own.

There will be days when you restart the dryer three times--to quiet a crying baby or to pretend the laundry isn't ready to be folded or to 'iron' the clothes.  The reason doesn't matter.  The time it buys you does.

There will be days when you smile instead of crying, cry instead of screaming, or scream instead of getting in the car and driving to Vegas.  Alone.  

But there will be good days, too.  So many that they dilute the bad and wash them down the drain.  

There will be days when you nearly weep with pride 

Like when your boys run an adventure race together. . .

 and their little sister cheers them on with the loudest voice of any fan in the crowd. . .

 and they run their hearts out. . .

 and fling themselves over obstacles. . .

broken wrist and everything . . .

and you watch them finish, feeling strong and proud of themselves and each other.  

And dirty.  Man, were they dirty.

On days like those, you'll think this 'Mom' gig is good stuff.

Here's to the good days, without them we would not survive.  
And here's to the bad days, without them we would not appreciate the good days (or wine) nearly as much.

Happy Mother's Day!