Since I stayed all night with Mom and Dad last night, I decided to go ahead and go to church with them, after all it is what my mother wanted on her day. After the service we ate a quick lunch at Firehouse Subs, took some pictures, and hit the road.
Being a mother is the hardest thing I have ever done. It requires sacrificing myself daily, and it demands that I live beyond myself in order to invest in the lives of two little people who suck me dry on a regular basis.. It means choosing ball games over spa days, soothing over sleeping, mini-vans ove sports cars, and wiping baby bottoms over toning my own.
It means worrying over every boo boo, crying over every broken heart, and questioning every decision I ever make. It means moments of insanity as I deal with whining, crying, fits, and meltdowns. It means falling on my knees daily before a Savior who promises to give me strength and wisdom in my weakest moments.
It means praising him for the woman who chose to invest in my life even when it inconvenienced her own, the woman who made it her life work to mold me, teach me, and make my dreams come true.
It means realizing that I belong to a precious sisterhood. We may not see eye to eye on birthing, breast feeding, co-sleeping, disciplining, schooling, or any other issue, but by golly we are superheroes because we have been puked on, pooped on and peed on. We have lost sleep, gained weight, and fought our inner doubts. We sacrificed everything asked of us to protect our babies, and we know for a fact that no one ever tells you how hard it is in fear that procreation would cease. But we also know that it is worth every sleepless night, every cross word, every pound gained. We may chuckle at the newbies who think they have it all figured out, because no matter how many times we hear it, it is NOT the same as having a dog.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mommy warriors out here!!