And so…. Mother’s Day 2020….
Pretty par for the course for the year…..
After spending 4 hours on the phone with a lovely woman in India trying to fix a router problem, (because not having internet is not an option in a house running two home offices and a school), and literally exhausting every option available to be told to go back to the store and return a device…. (easier said than done these days right?)…. I pulled out a box of powdered colors I ordered last week and sat in the lawn with spoons and my teenage son having the greatest color war of all time.
It was chaotic. And messy. And fun. I mean what else are you going to do on Mother’s Day during the craziest, most chaotic year of upheaval in your life? Make a bigger mess of course.
His life has been uprooted and changed and he’s old enough to understand. There are days where we don’t speak to one another. But always know that’s ok. Because… we’re what we have right now. He has his teenage moments. I have my mom moments.
I’ve had some of the worst mom moments of my mom life this year. He’s had to see his mom…. not be able to be a mom. At least the kind of my I’m used to being. the kind he’s used to having. We fought with spoons, because I can’t run, or jump or walk fast. He has held my hand through things kids shouldn’t have to hold your hand through. But he does. And he’s patient and helpful and only rolls his eyes…sometimes.
The thing is… I’m proud of what he’s becoming.
I had a small part of that. But mostly… he’s just who he is.
And I’m so thankful I get to be a part of it.
And thankful I get to be his mom.
And thankful he lets me make his life colorful and chaotic.
