Mothers Day

As another Mothers Day came and went I reflect. Today was not very different from any other Sunday. I got cards, I looooove cards. I still did dishes, cooked dinner, make lunches for work tomorrow. My son still argued with me and my head still hurts.
Did I ever make my mom feel special? Did I take her breakfast in bed, offer to clean. Although I will readily admit that those things should be done more than one day a year, I can't recall. I can't remember if I tried to make life easier. Having a teenager now I can only speculate on how she made it through five of them, having three at a time too!
I love you mom. I miss you mom. I hope I did it right, at least one day a year. I hope, while you lived, while you sacrificed your life for mine, that I made you feel special, made it a little easier. Rest easy, I will see you soon. <3

Parenting. A lot harder than it looks

I love (note - dripping sarcasm) when people who do NOT have children think that they know how to raise them best. Let me tell ya, it's not quite so hard to babysit for a couple hours than it is to be a parent day in and day out. To balance life, work, school, children and everything else all in a matter of mere hours a day.

In case it has escaped anyone's attention, children don't come with manuals, tips or instructions. Sometimes life gets the best of you and they win. It happens. Doesn't make anyone a bad parent necessarily. Just makes us all human and prone to occasionally take the path of least resistance. Sometimes that's cartoon, McDonald's or nothing at all.

I am in no way, shape or form saying that people without children don't know what they are talking about. Just saying, don't judge when all you do is babysit for a few hours every few weeks. It's a lot different (by different I certainly mean easier) than being a parent full time.

Just saying.