"The days are long, but the years are short." This quote by Gretchen Rubin summarizes my stage of life perfectly right now. The stage of life when you're running from dawn to dusk and rarely finding five minutes to take a breath or a seat...the stage of life when you're cleaning every person and surface around you but forgetting to bathe yourself...the stage of life with a soundtrack of Frozen songs and frequent meltdowns. These are the days of early motherhood, which seem endless sometimes.
On the one day a year when everyone celebrates mothers officially, you can find families showering moms with cards, flowers and lunches. Mother's Day is also the time when you see more fathers shuttling their kids to the park or to grandma's house while mom is having a day to herself.
I have friends who have chosen a spa day or solitary getaway in a quest to find that elusive quiet time. They say it recharges them and provides the space and solitude they need to redouble their energy and inspiration. I admit I've thought about following in their footsteps. A proper brunch out compared to sharing a bowl of Cheerios with a 3-year-old certainly sounds tempting, as does taking a shower without little hands pounding non-stop on the glass door.
For me, Mother's Day is a time of reflection. I think about the Mother's Day with my first daughter when I was excited the holiday finally applied to me. I think about the Mother's Day after that and how I was pregnant with a baby who ultimately only grew to be 18.5 weeks. And, I think about my own mother and how she gave me the opportunity to be a mother and more.