Confession: (n) a revelation about a person's private life or private thoughts.
Today I'm going to share with you a dirty secret I've been keeping for about 16 years now: I am completely, totally, utterly uncomfortable with and weirded out by Mother's Day. There. I said it. I, a mother of four, dread when Mother's Day rolls around.
It's not that I don't appreciate the gestures, I suppose. I enjoy the Mommy Muffin days at school with my younger kids, where they write cute little papers about how old I am (740), how much I weigh (96 pounds - oh, how I love that), what color my eyes are (purple), and what my favorite food is (ALL OF THE FOODS). That's sweet and cute and a great excuse to get my kids all sugared up out of their minds and then leave them at school for the teachers to enjoy.
The cards, flowers, random gifts, chocolates, etc...those kinda make me uncomfortable. Like I really don't feel like I deserve them, because I already know I'm loved. I already know I'm appreciated. Even if I get frustrated and gripe and moan and act extremely bratty when I have to share my candy, I still know how much my spawn love me, and they know how much I love them. I already get little kiln-fired treasures from the kids throughout the school year, even from my high schoolers, much to my surprise. I get to carefully select my favorite pieces of artwork that they bring home each week, and even more carefully throw the rest of it out when they are all sound asleep and have no chance of busting me while I bury the papers deep, deep in the trash.
Truth be told, all I'd really like for Mother's day is for everyone in the house (husband included) to turn their clothes right side out before throwing them in the hamper. Oh, who am I kidding...before they drop them on the floor wherever they happen to be disrobing. I feel confident in saying that I've spent a solid year of my life doing nothing other than turning clothes right side out. I'd love an evening to myself at the house. I'd love to have someone spontaneously clean the bathrooms.
However...however! It means so, so much to the kids to do those things for me. They want to show their appreciation in that way, because that's what the radio and TV and stores tell them they should do, so Mother's Day will be spent with me getting lots of hugs, lots of love, yummy chocolates that I'll end up sharing with everyone, and for that one day I will wash every item of clothing whether it's inside out or not, and they can decide if they want to fix them when they get ready to put them on. Except D. He'll just wear them as is and roll with it like nothing's out of the ordinary.
Off to do laundry. Happy Mother's day to all of my mom peeps, step mom peeps, aunt peeps and those who offer motherly counsel and love to the people in their lives who need it. Much love to each and every once of y'all.