Mother’s Day, the day I look forward to the entire year. The only day that is ever all about me. Me, me, me. The day I don’t need to feel guilty to sit on my butt and let my family figure things out on their own, which basically means everything just waits until tomorrow but that’s ok. The day that I don’t need to share my favorite candy my children bought me with anyone (but I still do). A day without cooking, cleaning, laundry and I get pampered with a fabulous breakfast in bed. The day my husband and children show their appreciation for everything I do for them. It also happens to be the day that one neighbor will coincidentally end up with one fewer tulip in their yard, we are all about tradition in my family so why stop now.

I absolutely love being a mom and don’t really need a day to celebrate it but I will gladly take a day off. If Hallmark considers it a holiday then who am I to argue. Being a mother is my greatest accomplishment and has been my full time job for 15 years. I’ve never regretted a day of it and count my blessings every day. Usually with a toast, I’ll take any excuse to have a drink. I know my husband likes to think he did all the work, his ten seconds of fame, but since I was the one that endured a fourth degree tear I think he can feed me breakfast in bed once a year.

It’s also the day that my children try not to bother me as much and realize that their father can actually answer a question they might have. Not all, but some. He usually has to ask me in the end but at least I get entertained watching them try to figure things out on their own. It’s like our own little family sitcom. Did you ever notice how children will walk right past their father and search the entire house and grounds to find their mother to ask what time it is or if they can have a snack?

Just yesterday I was in the bathroom hiding and heard my son calling to me. I didn’t answer, hey I never said I was the best mother in the world. That always seems to be the time the children need you the most. You could be sitting next to them for an hour but the second you step into the bathroom, “Mom?” I should probably put an intercom in our bathrooms. They tried giving me a walkie talkie but I kept “dropping” it in the toilet. Anyway, I heard him ask my husband where I was because he needed help fixing the collar of his shirt. I’m pretty sure my children have seen my husband wear shirts with collars but he walked right by him looking for me. They don’t even think to ask him, why is that? He has an important job, provides for our family, dresses himself most days but yet, “where’s mom?”

Recently I was injured and my husband had to take over for me. Oh boy. My poor husband looked like he had gone 9 rounds in the ring with Mike Tyson by the time I was up and about. Common sense issues became a struggle for my husband and children. All things that they were able to handle on a normal day became challenges. No one could find their socks, uniforms, homework, the refrigerator, the washing machine or had any idea what food was edible in our house. It is a wonderful feeling to be needed and I wouldn’t change a thing but this one day of the year my family can go barefoot and hungry because it’s all about me.