Today is my mother’s 66 birthday. We’re doing lunch, then watching the hockey game before my sister and I take her out to a movie.
My mother raised my sister and me by herself. My parents separated when I was 3 years old and from that point on it was her and us. Since last May she’s been living with Joe and me in our new house, helping me take care of our daughter while I try to be a work at home mother.
While I was on maternity leave we talked to my mom almost every day over video chat. She watched our little girl grow up. Soon it became harder and harder to be a long distance grandparent.
My kid? She’s not easy. She’s happy and lovable and all sorts of great things, but she is most certainly not easy. She’s loud, she can be destructive and hyper. She hates sleeping and fights it with every ounce of her strength. She always means well but she will break things while she’s trying to see how they work. My mother has seen the best and worst of her.
What’s more, my mother already raised my daughter. She was me.
While I’m sure my mother takes a certain amount of pleasure in watching me raise a child that is the source of every challenge that I was to her, she’s now chosen to be part of that parenting team all over again.
There is nothing like motherhood that will give you an appreciation for your mother. And nothing like a husband who travels a lot for work that will give you an appreciation of just how hard it must be to be a single parent.
Of course, at the same time I have to consider the fact that we are awesome.