Together we survived everything: 5 broken bones, 2 homes with one income, 6 hospital stays and 1 surgery for Pumpkin, 3 major motor vehicle accidents, 2 cross-country moves -4 total, carbon monoxide poisoning, a short sale, 1 fractured skull, 7 months without work and the token overbearing in-laws. Cumulatively, we've gained over 200 pounds and lost 170 and amongst the three of us, spent years in therapy -occupational, physical and of course psycho.
So when Molly from The Bachelor declares to Jason in her vows that the two of them "have been through more than most couples go through in a lifetime," over a menial host of public scrutiny (which one could argue they welcomed to an extent), they clearly don't know the life of the Irish! Anyone who's changed a sick baby's diaper could top that...
Irish or not, motherhood should be celebrated. We make these days special with sparkly three leafed clover stickers, green cookies and cute outfits. In honor of all the moms making a special day out of smaller holidays, I offer a poem in appreciation for the thoughtfulness and attention to detail.
Mommy Blessing
May the diaper stink leave you in public
May the yelling in back settle down
May a "please" and a "thank you" come willingly
Whilst you're schlepping all over town
May the friends that bring laughter call often
May the frig issue warnings to food
That might linger a little too long
Behind bottom bins growing no good
May sticky fingers magically clean off
Even the gunkiest, tiniest nail
May the whining and whimpering hold off
When they faux nap to no avail
May the laundry soar over to hangers
It has only seen near twice a year
May the dishwasher finally banish
Stubborn oatmeal that won't disappear
May the TP replace itself often
May the coupons clip themselves free
May they always remain where you need them,
Pre-sorted alphabetically
May the hours of sleep come upon you
In numbers to the third power
May the caffeine awake and revive you
When greeting The Early Show hour
May veggies go down without standoff
That rivals the OK Corral
May the crumbs picked up 'neath the table
Bring a child a sense of morale
May the birdies that dressed Cinderella
Fly through your window this day
May Prince Charming award your survival
Of raising a small lump of clay
