When I was growing up, I had images of mothers all around the world sitting around on Mother's Day doing absolutely nothing...and I mean, nothing. As I got a little older, I realized that maybe they still did some things, but it wasn't much. Now that I am a mom myself, especially with an active 3 year old and triplet 3 month olds, I realize just how far off base I was. That was strictly a fantasy and not at all like the reality.
While Mother's Day took on a new meaning for me 2 years ago (my first one after having Chase), I was still able to have some me time. Chase has been old enough the last couple of years that Jason was able to 'handle him' on his own so I could have some child-free mommy time. This year however was a totally different story! While Jason fed the triplets their 7:00 AM feeding so I could sleep in just a little that is where my day of relaxation ended. I was greeted by fussy babies who finally gave way to sleeping babies and I thought I would have some time here. Instead, enter the almost 3 year old who woke up not feeling well. Claimed his head hurt - no fever though. Jason was off getting my tires rotated and balanced and the oil changed in my car (yet something else that is NOT possible with infant triplets - so thank you babe). Instead of some quiet PJ time with Chase and some Mickey Mouse cartoons, I got sick Chase - and I mean literally sick, as in all over my chair sick. Cue my cleaning skills to try and salvage the chair and the morning. Luckily for me, the babies slept through it all - even the high-pitched wails of a scared to death Chase! From there I did get some snuggle time on the couch with Chase while we watched Toy Story (for the umpteen thousandth time!) Jason arrived home in time to feed the triplets their next meal. From there we proceeded to do laundry (with some extra thrown in from our 'illness' adventure), make lunch, clean house --- you get the picture right? Basically, it became just like every other day.
The irony is that I wouldn't have traded it for anything. It is doing those everyday things with them and for them that reminds me just how lucky I am. Now don't get me wrong, there are moments where I want to run screaming for the hills but there are also moments when all I want to do is freeze time and keep them like this forever. Take the moment last night as I am in the glider trying to calm Graham enough to get him to fall asleep. In one of those "I think I am going to cry this is too sweet" moments, Chase walks up to us and says, "Mommy, I am just going to be gentle with him" and proceeds to stroke the top of his head ever so lightly and then bends in for a kiss. Literally made me tear up. I am not wishing away any of those precious moments with wanting them to get bigger and older. Honestly, I didn't do that with Chase either but I am enjoying watching them grow and change - all of them.
As much as my fantasy of Mother's Day is completely different from my reality - I can honestly say in this instance, reality is so much better!
Monday, May 9, 2011
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