Motherhood, while undeniably rewarding and enriching, often feels like an unacknowledged role. When is it ever deemed acceptable to be summoned simply for the purpose of cleaning up after someone, without receiving a single word of gratitude? Just recently, I had to rush back home after dropping my daughter off at school to fetch her soccer cleats and deliver them to her. Did I receive a heartfelt thank you? No, instead I was met with a sullen response for neglecting to pack her socks.
Reflecting back on my college days, when I handed over my laundry for washing and drying, I always made sure to express my gratitude upon receiving it neatly folded and clean. In contrast, my children seem to believe that their freshly laundered clothes magically appear in their drawers overnight. If only this were true.
Even when it comes to dinner time, I am often met with eye rolls rather than appreciation. And heaven forbid I run out of their preferred cereal. Yet, when I do happen to have it stocked, do I receive a simple “thank you”? Not at all.
I undertake these tasks out of love for my children, and caring for them – from the mundane to the messy – is part of my commitment as a mother. However, an occasional genuine expression of gratitude, such as “thank you for everything you do, Mom,” would certainly be appreciated.
Consequently, Thanksgiving has become my favorite holiday since becoming a mother. It’s a time to reflect on what I’m grateful for and also a day I hope to be celebrated myself. Unlike the commercialized sentimentality of Mother’s Day, which often involves cleaning up after chaotic breakfasts in bed, Thanksgiving offers a chance to be truly recognized and appreciated for my three greatest blessings.
Yet, reality often doesn’t align with my expectations. A while back, I asked my kids what they were thankful for, hoping to elicit some compliments.
“Poop,” my son Jake responded enthusiastically. Poop? Okay, strike one. Luckily, I have three kids.
“Eating ice cream,” followed my daughter Mia. Ice cream? Not for you today, young lady.
“Umm…” my youngest, Ella, paused thoughtfully, and I held my breath in anticipation. “Daddy,” she finally declared.
Daddy? The same Daddy who was napping on the couch and hadn’t lifted a finger to help with dinner preparations? DADDY? He didn’t carry you for nine months or endure the physical changes that come with childbirth. And yet, here we are, with a list of thankfulness that includes poop and ice cream. Who raised these kids? Did they come with a return policy?
“That’s nice,” I managed to respond. “What about me?”
“Oh, of course you,” Ella replied.
Well, at least I made the list—after Daddy, poop, and ice cream.
That’s the reality of motherhood.
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In summary, while the role of motherhood is filled with love and dedication, it often lacks the appreciation that one might expect. A little recognition can go a long way in making a mother feel valued for her tireless efforts.
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