2011: A Mother's Day Odyssey

It's that one day of the year in which the usual daily guilt of motherhood I typically carry has vanished and I just bask in the glory of being a momma and enjoy the gifts, the hugs, and kisses.

If it weren't for one wild and tenacious, blond-haired, blue-eyed little guy I wouldn't be able to celebrate this wonderful day.  Thank you, David, for making me a momma.

In honor of Mother's Day, here is a short list of some of the ways in which my life would be very different if I weren't elbow deep in motherhood....

I would never have to trip over toys, dodge nerf bullets, or change poppy diapers.

I would never have to wake-up in the middle of the night to let someone into my bed, or get up to comfort someone's tears after a bad dream.

I would never have to endure a temper tantrum when it's time to clean up/eat dinner/take a bath/go home.

I would never have to spend a small fortune every month on pull-ups and baby wipes because my boy won't use the potty.

I would never get the sweet hugs and kisses each morning from a sleepy little boy.

I would never hear, "I love you, mommy," or "Watch this, mom," or "Mommy, I need you,", or "Will you cuddle me?"

I would never have the not-so-great days of raising a toddler or the wonderful days of mommahood.

I would never endure Mother's guilt.

I would never get to kiss boo-boos or cradle a hurt or sick kiddo.

I would never get to experience the zoo/Sea World/Disneyland through the eyes of a child.

I would never get to push a swing or meet a smiling face at the end of a slide.

I would never have to plan a super awesome birthday party.

I would never love until it hurts.

My life would not be the same.

Thank you, David.  Thank you, God.