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The imperfect: My 3 year old is screaming because how dare his dad try and put paint on his hand to create a cherished memento; my house is mostly clean because of the six hours we spent yesterday....though there's a mountain of unfolded laundry that I'm ignoring; my new earrings were given to me early, and vacuumed up in our cleaning escapade the previous day; just before departing for church my dear husband is digging through the discarded vacuum bag to reclaim my gift; we arrive at church in the knick of time and hear most of it; lunch is chips and salsa for me, cheese sandwiches for the kids; nap-time is as stated above.
Today, instead of yearning for perfection or treating myself to a day at the mall, I am just feeling blessed to be a mother. I work my butt off (not literally, but I wish) to raise compassionate, responsible and intelligent kids. It's frustrating and overwhelming at times and most days I lack the personal hygiene or free time I once considered important, but I am fortunate. There are many people out there who don't like being moms, or desperately are seeking to become one, or who have lost children, or have other heart-breaking situations. I am thinking of those women today, and sending love to them.
I'm okay with the slobber stain on my shoulder and a tantrum about seat-belt-wearing. These years are chaotic and beautiful and I intend to cherish every minute. If the worst part of my Mother's Day is losing a couple earrings, then great. I didn't have to dig them out of the trash--the best present yet!