I launder clothes I do not wear.
I make beds I did not lie in.
I wash dishes I did not use.
I dust rooms I do not reside in.
I mop up pee I did not spray on the floor.
I clean up toothpaste left in the sink I did not drop.
I pick up toys I did not play with.
I shine mirrors and faucets I did not use.
But
taking care of these children I gave birth to,
in a family I helped create,
with a husband whom I love very deeply,
in a house I helped choose,
and worked hard to make a home,
full of furniture, memories, and pictures all over,
is the single best gift I’ve ever been given
(even if, despite the joys, it’s chock-full of hard work, repetition, and stress).
My what-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up job-wise may have always changed when I was younger,
but becoming a wife and a mother was always at the top of the list.
I always wanted to be someone’s wife and a mom to many.
Dream come true.
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May your Mother’s Day be filled with love, laughter, and full of joy (and pampering).
