Last week Jon was over at my mother's house helping her clean windows. And as I was there, not cleaning windows, I was pestering Jon and we were laughing about SNL skits and just being dorks. His last area of windows were in the basement where we happened to find this jewel of a piece of workout equipment.
Let me just tell you I was loving this thing. Some awesome Shark Tank thinker came up with the brilliant folding chair + bike peddles + resistance bands genius idea!
I was enamored by it because it was so multi-taskful, it must have been made by a mom! Haha, Right?!? I mean you could be working out, bike peddling miles while folding clothes... and with our families laundry size I am sure to become an all out Olympic cyclist with this training!
With its convenient make, I could bring it to any sporting event, watch my kids play ball, pop open my folding chair, attach my bike peddles and resistance bands and BAM, getting my workout on! Wow, seriously I could go on and on...
As mom's we multitask like a boss and it is never truly noticed till we are gone for a day, make that gone for just a few hours. It is by God's design that we can think more that one thought at the same time and still focus on doing three things at once with two hands and be speaking to a child(ren) all at the same time while cooking dinner.
Moms, you rock!
“It’s not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it.” —Dorothy on The Golden Girls
I have seen you mom, the one at the ball field... You cheer your heart out for your boy because he has your heart and you have his. He is loving that you smile and wink and give him double thumbs up! He sees it and knows he is Chipper Jones. And then the game ends. Panic stricken as you remember... You Have Snack Duty! Ugh!! But, because you are mom, you got this covered! You race over to the concession stand and buy Gatorade for all and ring pops, this has just crowned you best snack mom ever!! You Rock Baseball Mom!
There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.” —Jill Churchill
Hey mom at the park, with your yoga pants and two days of no shower hair bun. You look tired and about to just cry. Your five year old son is climbing all over everything and everyone at the park. You had just wished his birthday was before September 1 so at least he could be in kindergarten this year and given you a break. I saw you grab a sippy-cup from a bag and hand it over to your two year old in the stroller and then reach down to the baby carrier and give it a little "rocking action" as to shush your newborn.... As much as you love being a mom some days are just SO long. But you know what else I saw mom in the yoga pants, I saw you completely light up with joy and a smile so radiant as your little five year old handed you a flower he had found and gave it just to you. You looked at him in a delighted shock and picked him up and smooched his chubby checks. This made your day but you also just made his! Mom, you rock!
“[When] you’re dying laughing because your three-year-old made a fart joke, it doesn’t matter what else is going on. That’s real happiness.” —Gwyneth Paltrow
Room mom, I see you. I see all your crafty ideas and amazing email skills. You plan, organize and get all class functions perfect to every detail. I see you with your yearbook forms, fundraisers, and fall festival booth sign ups and I stare at you with annoyance. You are the multitask queen and my child loves you because you bring cool personalized holiday gifts for each child at EVERY holiday... Even St. Patrick's day and ground hog day!!! Who are you?!? But to be honest... It is you that is making it a point to make things fun and special for not only your child, but my child and every other child! You are super unselfish with your time and spend it on making things for others and making each child and teacher feel important. You are a difference maker! So room mom, you rock!
“Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.” —Robert A. Heinlein
Mom in the hospital halls, I saw you the other day. I was sitting in a room and I saw you walk by. You were pulling your precious child in a red wagon and you were smiling. You were smiling a smile that was brave. A bravery that I don't know or understand. The strength you wield is stronger than I can comprehend because it is strength for your child and for your family. I saw you mom in the hospital halls, pause your wagon pulling as you heard a sweet small voice. Your child called out to you in only a way you could hear because you are mom. You knew exactly what your sweet baby wanted... You bent down next to the red wagon, and from the bundles of blankets you pulled out a well worn teddy bear that looked as though had been by your child's side from day one of the journey you are now on. You placed teddy close to your child and gave them both a kiss. I saw the eyes of your child look so deep into yours. Mom, you are strong and brave. You are your child's hero. Mom in the hospital halls, you rock.
"A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” —Princess Diana
Hey there mom of that sassy teen, you know who you are. You were in front of me in line at target. I heard the way your daughter talked to you. That mouth was full of filth and you were flushed with embarrassment. But don't worry mom, I did not judge you. I know that you did not "raise your child that way". You kept your cool and responded with love despite all the rolled eyes. You held your ground on not buying your child what she so demanded. I could see you glance around to see who all was watching the scene hashed out in the store. You daughter was sulking in her own self pity when she received a text on her phone. From where you were you could read the message on her phone. Your daughter glared at you as she saw you but then burst into tears. I saw you mom of that sassy teen, wrap your arms around your daughter and embrace her as she hurt. That text was mean and rude and despite the mean and rude that you were just dealt, you gave love. The type of love that sassy teen, your daughter, needed. You gave a mother's love and comfort and my eyes filled with tears. Mom, you rock!
"Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There’s no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.” —Gail Tsukiyama
Mom who is also known as grandma, nana, mimi, gigi, and all the other precious gems of a name that are the crown glory of motherhood. I see you with your grandkids and the way you shower them with love. Love in the ways of cookies, and chocolate treats. Love is the ways of special bear hugs and silly waves. The love you express is priceless and treasured. You tell stories that are full of giggles and sidewalk chalk up the driveway. I watch you patiently listen and play make believe. I watch you with your older grandchild, you listened to the drama going on in their life and did not try to sound too shocked at the way "times have changed" since your days in high school. But you gave advice and soft words of wisdom that created a comfort that can only be found at grandma's. Mom... Grandma, you rock.
Moms you play so many roles and have so many titles. I couldn't list them all out on a blog a million miles long. I am in awe at the resilient nature that moms were created to have.
Happy Mother's Day!
Whatever the mom you are... You Rock!
