Ahhhhh. Visions of moms and their kiddos, holding hands, gazing at each other lovingly.  Mom being showered with handmade gifts and cards that make her weep with joy….

Then there’s real life.  I had two donuts and coffee brought to me in bed.  Within 3 minutes, each one of my beautiful boys came in and asked if they could have my donut. NO. Can you split it with me? NO.mine.

Then it was cards time! My six year old added a note inside the card he was required to write at school.  His new note said “I love mom. Hop you had a grat week yeling at me.”  I could not stop laughing.  He was beaming from ear to ear.  The kid knows comedy, that’s for sure.  Over the last few weeks I have been following him and his little brother around the house. Flying over them like a shrill old crow every time they unpack a box I’ve just packed, dump out their toys all over the floor, or leave snack wrappers everywhere 5 minutes before I’m getting ready to show the house. (House sold, so…yay! It was worth all the harping!)

We are in the process of moving and the rest of my Mother’s Day was spent shuttling the kids around while my husband painted at our new house.  My Mother’s Day Dinner was spent with the four of us eating Steak and Shake huddled around a rickety card table in our new kitchen.

Was it what Hallmark considers the perfect Mother’s Day? No, but I absolutely would not have wanted it any other way. Motherhood is messy, beautiful, hysterical and infuriating and it is the most important and wonderful gift I have ever been given.