By Claire Booth
This is not
going to be an eloquent essay on motherhood. This is not an eloquent time. This
is a hanging-off-a-cliff-by-your-fingernails time. So this Mother’s Day you deserve
to be lauded for surviving:
- lockdown,
- quarantine,
- toilet
paper rationing,
- The Tiger King on Netflix,
- working
from home,
- pointing
out that you’ve always worked from home because motherhood is work, and isn’t it nice that everybody else is
getting a dose of it right now,
- trying to
sew a face mask that someone would actually agree to wear outside,
- homeschooling,
- having to
cook actual legit dinners because everyone is home at 6 p.m. and staring at you
like they’re members of the Donner Party,
- Zoom
meetings,
- homeschooling,
- really,
really wanting a happy hour with your friends to take place in person,
- the
complete absence of sporting events and the corresponding sad, aimless
wandering of certain family members through the house,
- caring for
sick relatives,
- Common
Core math classes,
- guilt over
totally giving up on screen time limitations,
- cleaning
up the leftover mess from craft projects and wondering where they got glitter
because you could swear there was none in the house,
- cats who can’t
stand you by now and dogs who are starting to feel the same way,
- antsy kids
who just want to go outside and play,
- “unprecedented”
everything,
- being
reminded even more than usual that you have no idea what you’re doing,
- taking
grim satisfaction in the fact that no one else knows what they’re doing either.
If moms are heroes
every Mother’s Day, think about what they are this year. Send them your love,
and your congratulations that they’ve survived it all. Because we’re moms, and
that’s what we do.
Happy Mother’s
Day.
2 comments:
We know exactly what you mean! Happy Mother's Day!
Love you Claire. As always you nailed it!
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