Mother's Day Blues

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To be the heart of the home, the nurse, the chauffeur, the coach and referee, the nutritionist and chef, maid and butler, the judge and jury.  And all while being soft, elegant, and feminine.

It's a big job and maybe one day I'll figure out how to do it all (I am just stating the job description here, not the evaluation of how I am at it.. haha).

But I will celebrate my mother and my attempt at it all tomorrow.  I am not afraid to take credit for just the attempt because that, after all, is more than I ever thought I could do.

I had no idea.  I mean, I've read these descriptions time after time and I logically understood it, but I never really knew what it meant to be all of these things at someone else's beck-and-call 24/7.  But now I understand and I wouldn't rather have any other role in this world.  I feel privileged to be all of these to my family.  I'd be jealous if anyone else got to do it for them. 

But, like I said, I'm not too proud to celebrate my attempt at being "mom," as short as I might fall of it sometimes.  

So can you tell what's on my mind for this mother's day.  

Pretty bold, I know.  But it's not the material item, it's the idea of being pampered and cherished.  And I'm sorry, but nothing says it better than that all-too-famous Tiffany Blue.  So those are the Mother's Day Blues.  I know, not what you might think at first glance of the title. 

So Happy Mother's Day to all of you Moms out there.  And may you have have this version of The Mother's Day Blues!