I have never been a member of the perfect mom’s club. Never. But if I ever was, I’ll tell you about the day my membership would have surely been revoked.
It was Brooke’s big “Let’s Celebrate Mommy Day” at the church preschool. All the mommies waited excitedly in the hall for little hands to put last minute touches on the well-decorated room.
I was already feeling off as I stood with all the other moms who’d actually taken time to do their hair and wear outfits. My wet hair was slicked back haphazardly in a banana clip. My black yoga pants had some sort of smear across the thigh. And my tennis shoes looked clunky standing with all the other cute sandals and well pedicured toes.
Finally, the teacher came to the classroom door and welcomed us inside.
A room full of cupcakes, giggles, claps and sparkling preschool eyes greeted us.
The highlight of the room was the clothesline with pinned artistic treasures. Each child had been asked to draw a picture of their mommy’s favorite place. Then the teacher wrote below the crayon masterpiece what the child said when drawing the picture.
There were pictures of beaches and mountains and even a grocery store. The preciousness abounded. Until. I got to the picture featuring my favorite place.
“My mommy’s favorite place is in bed with Daddy.”
Oh have mercy on my soul that could die a thousand deaths right here in the preschool room.
Yes. I kid you not.
So, in a little effort to redeem myself all these years later, I offer you a little motherhood poem I wrote on twitter yesterday. And if you happened to be there on that preschool day when wore I wore my hair in the banana clip and sported the reddest face in the room…might you kindly replace that memory with this little poem? Oh thank you.
warm hugs. messy kisses. tangled hair and childhood wishes.
princess twirls. superman leaps.
and crayon masterpieces I will forever keep.
These are the treasures motherhood is made of.
Happy day after Mother’s Day.