Since I became a mother, I have always kind of dreaded Mothers Day. Every year, they have people speak in church, telling about how perfect and great their mom's were. About their great examples and how much they learned from their sainted mothers. To me, it feels like something that I just can't live up to. As I sit there listening, the guilt just starts to build, until I want to hop out of my chair and run to the car for a good cry. Then come the flowers for the mothers. Sometimes, they hand out carnations, which are nice, but other years, they hand out flowers that we're to go home and plant. I would like to know the statistics of flowers planted versus flowers left to die on the kitchen counter. You can guess where mine end up! More guilt!
Why is it that women can never be happy with who they are and what they do? I feel like I really do my best with my kids, but I can't help compare myself to others who I think are doing a better job than me. This is something I need to work on.
Tomorrow, I will just enjoy my waffles in bed and handmade presents from my kids. At church, I'll zone out the talks and just be happy as my 4 year old son stands with the rest of the kids singing to their mothers. I will try to feel none of the guilt, and all of the love.
I hope all of you have a wonderful, guilt-free day!