Reminders

Being a mom (parent) is hard.

I haven’t unearthed any great big mystery, but sometimes you have to remind yourself that it IS hard. And that even though it is so hard, you’re surviving, you’re succeeding…you’re doing great.

Because sometimes you need that.

 More often than not, you need that.

I remember after a difficult parenting moment at my parents’ house with my youngest and being (obviously) frustrated, somewhere behind me, my mom spoke up and said, “Good job, Mom.” Even though I didn’t exactly feel like a great mom at the time, she reminded me that I was doing the right thing. That I was teaching my daughter. I was being a parent.

This mom business is tricky.

This mom business is wonderful.

12

I just ate a piece of cake.

  

That was rude, you’re right. I didn’t share. And once I figure out a way to share cake over the internet, I’ll get right on the sharing of cake.

 

But until then, I will tell about the cake:

 

• It is a piece of carrot cake, from my favorite bakery.
• This carrot cake was a surprise addition to a brunch we had with family on Sunday.
• My in-laws purchased said cake to celebrate mine and The Dude’s 12th anniversary. (That was super nice of them.)
• Ironically, carrot cake (made by my great-aunt) was the kind of cake we had on our wedding day.
• The piece of cake is yummy and totally worth the calories. I think.

 

The Dude and I spent our anniversary watching football. (Yes, the games were on even during brunch.) (Oh, and also last night for Monday Night Football, anniversary extended version.) Some of the ladies in my life look at me like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind when I mentioned our plans for the day. (Others thought it was quite appropriate.) I actually dozed off for a few minutes. (Do you know how nice that was?) And I loved spending the day with The Dude. We weren’t rushing off to an event or caught up with work or schoolwork. We just watched some good ‘ol football. We totally had a blast.

 

I have to wonder that if you told me 12 years ago how we’d be spending the big 1-2, if I would’ve believed you.

 

The traditional gift for the 12th anniversary is silk or linen. But when it comes right down to it, there was never any question. Which I kinda found hilarious.  Because for those couples like us? It happens to be neither.
 
Bring on the pigskin.