Mothers Day Smothers Day

I swear that Mothers Day is really for mothers of children who no longer live at home. Just think about it, with the day to day life that is actual motherhood, the real joy is getting a little time to sit back and enjoy no one needing anything! And that just doesn't happen with Sam around. I love him with every ounce of my being but oh my, the constant need sometimes tests my sanity which I think may already be hanging by a thread.

But then I think about Sam even 10 years from now. He'll be out and about doing his own thing and needing very little from me...er, perhaps that's not accurate. He'll be out and about doing his own thing and wanting very little from me except perhaps letting him pretend I don't know him. I'm fairly confident he'll still need me though he would never ever admit that at that age.

But need comes back over the years at some point after you realize that you don't know everything and perhaps your parents are actually pretty bright people who know lots of stuff that they've learned along the way. I'm glad to have my Mom around, even though it's long distance, when I have questions or need to fret or just need to touch bases and get a reality check. Amazing how having a kid made me appreciate everything my Mom did for me over the years.

But today? Today all I wanted was some peace, quiet, and alone time. Late afternoon that dream came true. I have more than two full hours blissfully alone in my own house while Ben took Sam canoeing. Two hours to contemplate the pain in my arm and the huge pile of tree parts I cut down and hauled to the driveway during the day in my perpetual . And to read a book and enjoy the sunny back porch.

And when they got back I was a more composed mama.