If you know me AT ALL, you know that I have a tremendous distaste for all holidays that, in my opinion, were just created by the card industry to pump up sales. Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day… Zombie New Year. I think it is all total crap.
But that could be because I think every day is what you make of it. And I am lucky (and delusional) enough to have most days revolve around me anyway! Seriously though, becoming a mom led me to weigh 200 pounds, totally screwed with my already imbalanced state of mind and made my hair fall out. (I have a feeling more of said hair will start falling out when she turns 13.) However, I now have a little lady who is my best buddy and total partner in crime.
(Yes, that is me. No, we will not speak any more of it.)
So I don’t really feel the need to have a special Mother’s Day, as every day (even the really shitty ones) have hidden joys that make it wonderful to be a mom. Take this Tuesday…
I am trying desperately to lose this last ten Ohio depression pounds that just won’t go away. Some days it goes well, some days it doesn’t. On Tuesday, I (being the closet junk eater that I am) found myself huddled in the kitchen, Lucky Charms FAMILY SIZED box open and picking through/eating every single marshmallow from the box. (I found cereal marshmallows in bulk HERE. I will buy them once I have given up on life completely.)
Around the corner comes Pickle, who catches me as I shove hearts, shooting stars, horseshoes, clovers, moons, balloons, pots of gold and rainbows into my face. (Yes, it was magically delicious.) At first she looks totally appalled and a tremendous sense of guilt runs over me as I realize that I am basically destroying her breakfast cereal. She then walks over to me, gives me a hug and says “You are the best mommy ever!” Needless to say, I am confused as fuck. “Why?” I ask. “I don’t really like the ‘luckies’ in my cereal. Now I don’t have to pick them out!”
I don’t need a brunch and a card to feel special. My little girl does it for me every single day. (But for all of you suckers who do enjoy this holiday, I hope it is a beautiful one! And I hope it is filled with all the luckies your heart desires.)