Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. It isn’t my favourite holiday, even though I am a mother. It feels very full of obligation and guilt. Very full of images of perfect mothers and their perfectly grateful offspring. It’s lovely, in its own way, but it’s so far outside of my definition of real life that I have a hard time swallowing it.
Here are scenes from my real life. This, my friends, is what motherhood looks like to me.
Instead of milk from the jug for my breakfast cereal, I use the leftovers my kid left in the fridge
While I eat the cereal I wear a too small pirate hat at my toddler’s insistence
I never want for company, which is actually quite lovely in its way
I make my kid carry her coat when she refuses to wear it so I don’t appear neglectful
There is kid debris on the kitchen floor
There is even more kid debris on the table
There are tiny finger holes in the butter
And then, for 3 minutes, there is blissful quiet and a lovely cup of tea
Motherhood is the best thing I’ve ever done, no doubt about it. And I am glad that we set aside a day to recognize that. But let’s ditch the poetry and the flowers and the guilt. What do you say?
Happy Mother’s Day to my fellow mothers! I hope it’s a good one, and that you too find a moment of quiet bliss.