Motherhood, despite its remarkable joy and fulfillment, often feels like an ungrateful task. When else is it socially acceptable to be called upon only when there’s a dirty diaper to change, and yet receive no acknowledgment for the effort? Just last week, after dropping my daughter Mia off at school, I had to dash back home to retrieve her soccer cleats and deliver them. Did I receive a heartfelt thank you? Absolutely not; instead, I was met with frustration for forgetting her socks.
In my college days, when I would return from the laundry with my clothes neatly folded, I always managed to express my gratitude to the staff who helped me. My kids, however, seem to believe that their clean clothes magically appear in their drawers every morning. If only it were that simple!
Dinner time is often met with eye rolls instead of thanks, and heaven forbid I happen to run out of their favorite breakfast cereal. Even when I do have it stocked, the likelihood of hearing a “thank you” is slim to none.
Of course, I do all these things out of love for my children; caring for them, mess and all, is part of the commitment I made. But every now and then, a sincere acknowledgment like “thank you for everything you do, Mom” would be a refreshing change.
That’s why, after becoming a mother, I grew fond of Thanksgiving. It’s a chance to reflect on all I’m grateful for and, ideally, to be celebrated in return. Unlike the typical Hallmark clichés of Mother’s Day, this holiday provides a single day where I hope to be appreciated for my greatest blessings, my kids.
However, the reality often falls short. A few years ago, I asked my children what they were thankful for, hoping for some heartwarming responses. “Poop,” my son Lucas chimed in. Poop? Really? Next, Ethan declared, “Eating ice cream.” Great, no treats for you today! Then came the moment I had eagerly anticipated from my daughter, Zoe. After some thought, she said, “Daddy.” Seriously? Daddy, who was dozing on the couch and hadn’t lifted a finger to help with the meal? Daddy, who didn’t carry you for nine months or endure stretch marks for your sake? And ice cream? Who are these kids, and where’s the return policy?
I managed a smile and asked, “What about me?” “Of course, you, Mom,” Zoe replied. Well, at least I made the list—after Daddy, poop, and ice cream. That, in a nutshell, is motherhood.
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In summary, while motherhood is filled with love and commitment, it often lacks the appreciation it deserves. A simple thank you can go a long way in recognizing the hard work that goes into raising children.