Did you hate yourself for being a crappy daughter and sometimes, an even crappier Mom? Did your kids make you cards that made you want to be a Tiger Mom and tell them to do a better job? Did your potty-training toddler pee hugely on the first shirt you've bought yourself at The Gap in five years?
Did you have a stupid argument with your husband at the pool (over him not getting in the freezing cold water) while wrangling said toddler and bust your fat ass (actually, knee) on the slippery pool-side concrete?
And, all this time, did you try hard to behave with the awareness that Holidays and Birthdays aren't just about You, even if it is your birthday, or mother's day.
Well, this was my day, with other stuff also. Like dinner not going right,* not making it to the gym, not getting photos of the children even though we semi-matched. Breaking my diet very badly. Having to cut off the movie we were watching and without another word, pick up my glass and book and go hide in my room. Not that that is a bad thing, but the passive-aggressive way I did it made everyone feel bad, I'm sure.
But, Saturday night, before Mother's day, when I was at work, I loved (and liked) The Children so much! I was filled with love and gratitude, for my husband also. I thought it would be a great day, but the feelings came too early and didn't last long enough.
*Tuna Bruschetta with Goat Cheese, a dish my husband created 10 years ago. It is usually very, very good. But the Tuna didn't cut evenly and he accidentally bought cranberry goat cheese.
