Before I delve into today’s “Mother’s Day” themed entry, I just want to post an update about “Deathbed Part 2″.  Sick.  Again.  *sob*  It started yesterday afternoon with Harry puking on my beautiful Wendy Bellissimo diaper bag.  It ended with me and my head in the toilet.  Thankfully, Kile and Liam seem to have escaped the Wrath of the Sick.  Good thing, because this little number is pain in the ass.  I ache from head to toe this morning, so I got up early.  Could be because I didn’t have enough fluid in my body to make SPIT, I was so dehydrated.  A glass of Gatorade and a couple saltines later and I’m feeling a bit better.  I’m hoping I feel a lot better here in a couple hours because Kile has promised me stuffed french toast with blueberries on top.  And fresh squeezed orange juice.  The mere notion curls my toes.

Anyhow, the point of this post: There’s been some talk in the mommy blogosphere about self-deprecating moms.  I’ve been guilty of it myself, heck, I call myself “slackermama” for pity’s sake.   It’s a “trend” to call yourself a bad parent and point out your flaws.  And, I like many others have plenty of flaws to point out.  Nobody’s perfect, after all.  But maybe the negative press get’s a little more attention than the positive most days.  So thought that on today, Mother’s Day, I would focus on the positive things about myself as a mother.

I know at the heart of it, no one loves my children quite like I do.  And no one else can take care of them quite the way I do.  Oh sure, they enjoy other adults and we never had a problem with stranger anxiety when Harry was a baby.  But they have a special smile on their faces when they see me.  My hugs feel different, better, than anyone elses.  I have a unique impact on their lives, and I will work every day to make sure that impact is felt for years to come.  In a good way, of course.

I love being a mom.  I truly do.  I was one of those people who all through high school (and a good portion of college) always said that I would never have children.  I hated babysitting other people’s children and kids in general just intimidated and frustrated me.  But I got older and I got married and my opinion changed.  Thank goodness it did, because being Harry and Liam’s (and Jackson’s) mom is quite possibly the most fullfilling thing I’ve ever done in my life.  I never imagined I would love chasing children around every day so much.  I couldn’t dream of going to work now and leaving them.  I’m not saying the need to do so won’t someday will raise it’s ugly head (for who knows what awaits them out in the Great Unknown?), but for now I’m so glad I can spend my day with my children.

They do drive me bats on occasion.  That’s just what kids do, you know?  They EXCELL at it.   But even on my “worst day” as a mom, I doubt I would trade it for anything else in the world.

So today, why don’t you think about what makes you a fantastic mother.  Or why you love being a mother.  Eliminate the negative and tune into the positive.  Happy Mother’s Day!