No flowers, no candy, no jewelry…
I just want the day off.
I want someone else to do the laundry. It is a never ending job, done with love, by me, Mom. And rarely do I even get a ‘Thank you’. I usually get, “Have you washed my undewear yet?, where are my favorite jeans?, why aren’t my socks clean yet?”
I want someone else to do the dishes, just to have to turn around and dirty some more for, yep you guessed it, dinner. Which again takes me to, I want someone else to do the dishes.
I want some else to make dinner, dish it out and serve it up, This I do, with love, because I am mom. No tips are given, not even “this is great!”.
I want someone else to look after the dogs, feed them, water them, pet them out and, for pete’s sake, clean up their puke when they eat a toy.
I want someone else to pick up the toys, put them nicely away so that when my little girl wants her dolly, I can tell her right where it is. Again, this I do because I am mom.
I want someone else to answer the phone and tell the telemarketers no. And to tell the bill collectors that I am dead.
I want someone else to worry about homework and making little girl pig tails. This, again, I do with love, because I am mom.
I want someone else to clean and kiss the boo-boos, peel the bandaids and call the doctors.
Most of all, I want someone to do these things for me, so that I can do them for my Mom. She did all of these things, with love, because she is Mom.
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