It is Mother’s Day, and I know that I am not in a unique position to find myself looking at it from two perspectives. As a mother myself, I find myself going through photos and reflecting on the past fifteen years since I have become a mother, and asking myself if I am the mother I thought I would be. While it’s hard to remember my exact criteria from the naive days, a few photos alerted me to a slide in the standards I had planned to uphold.

Nicholas at Uncle Mark’s wedding. (After Uncle Mark came around.)
For one thing, I know I planned to keep my children safe when I became a mother. I was dubbed ‘the car seat Nazi’ when I climbed, pregnant, into Nicholas’ seat to yank on the tether strap whenever we switched cars.
I guess I owe Nicholas an apology for this little slip up captured here…
(Sorry, Nicholas. I honestly only turned my head for a second!)
I also am a firm believer in not pushing kids to be something or someone they are not, or trying to live vicariously through them. Our daughter has never really been a fan of pink or dresses. Not a lot of people have seen these photos (below) of Larissa at age six, and those who have are surprised by it, because Larissa also was never into the whole princess scene, dolls, Barbies or glitter. So what was she doing at the Bibbity Bobbity Boutique on our Disney trip? Making Mommy happy of course!
(I’m sorry, Larissa. Thank you so much for being a good sport! I love the pictures!)

Larissa being a good sport at the Bibbity Bobbity Boutique. Mommy’s princess for a day. Six years later and I still owe her big time.

The compromise? Jeans and running shoes like her bro
These examples are only the tiniest tip of the iceberg. I have done plenty of things our kids have not been happy about over the years (and hopefully many that they have!) Many of my ‘momfails’ have been accidental, forgetful, clumsy moves that I do apologize for. Sometimes we have a difference of opinion. Sometimes, I just have to say that I did the best I could with what I knew at the time. I have been honest, which helps my conscious. But as Cherie’s list says, there is no such thing as a perfect mother.
Nor should there be. Imagine trying to live up to that!
I didn’t have to. My mother is an artist. She is creative, strong and brave. She does what is right and not what is easy or necessarily popular. But we had Sesame Street characters painted on our walls, and watercolor paintings on rotation throughout our house constantly as we grew up. We were surrounded by the colors of beautiful flower gardens.
My mom painted and drew pictures with us and with our kids when we (and they) were little.

Painting with Grandma.
My mom bakes. Usually cookies (dozens every few days in the 80s and 90s). Cakes, squares and other treats too. She’s famous for her oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and could really be selling them.

Baking cookies at Grandma’s. Gingerbread cookies at Christmas time, otherwise the oatmeal, chocolate chip special recipe that no one seems to duplicate just-right (and are known and loved from far and wide).
So Happy Mother’s Day Mom / Grandma! This post is dedicated to you! Thank you for being real, honest and present, and for all that you do.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mothering-types out there. Don’t get too caught up on the word. If you’re walking the walk, today is your day, too.
What are you doing to celebrate Mother’s Day? Whose day is it really in your family?
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