I've written about Mother's Day before.
I've written about being a mom - even about The Mother Curse.
But as the day gets closer and closer, I find myself in an odd state of mind. I feel like a fraud; like I'm on a treadmill that never quits. I'm trying to balance a scale that will forever be weighted on one side.
My sweet Engineer always teaches the kids by his example to love and respect me. He shows them by cleaning up the kitchen, cooking dinner, and the occasional load of laundry that those things aren't just "mom" things but jobs he gets to do because he loves me.
For me, Mother's Day isn't about the outward things the kids do for me or give to me, or even say to me, but a week long introspection that almost always leaves me wanting to run crying to a corner.
For those of you who read my Facebook posts and comments, please know they are true and in the moment and I do my best to relay funny and hard not just the ones that make my parenting glow pretty... but this past week was ugly.
It is this week plus the countless other times that flood into my mind as Mother's Day approaches.
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