Happy Freakin’ Mother’s Day

Sunday was Mother’s Day, and I had no expectations. My husband and I have been arguing, money has been tight, and the schedule has been packed. I felt that there was no point in getting my hopes up that “it would be my day.” Being that my kid isn’t even two, I doubted I’d even get so much recognition as a macaroni necklace.

Mother’s Day is hard for all moms. It sucks to have people tell you that it’s all about you, when really, as soon as they say “Happy Mother’s Day” and throw their last-minute, everything-else-was-sold-out gift at you, they’re off the hook and it’s back to the same grind that you do every freaking day. It’s especially hard when your own mom isn’t around anymore. For the last nine years, Mother’s Day has been more about what I didn’t have than what I did.

We now have half a kitchen (renovations are mostly complete but we ran out of money for appliances) so we decided to invite a couple of friends over to celebrate the day with us, and that was hands down the best thing that we could have done. Ladies, your mom tribe is everything. We spent the day laughing and drinking sangria, and ate a fabulous homemade brunch. It was the first time I felt like I had anything to celebrate.

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I’m writing this to say: if your Mother’s Day sucked, that’s okay. It’s not fair, and I wish it wasn’t the case, but it’s okay. Most of this whole motherhood thing sucks, and even on Mother’s Day, we’ve still gotta be on call. But try to find a moment of celebration anywhere, where you are happy to be alive and trudging through this amazing, exhausting journey with amazing, exhausted women who get it. And be thankful it’s on a Sunday and day-drinking is totally okay.

I love you and you’re doing great.

((The spa deals are still going until the end of May)).