I thought for sure my mom was the meanest mom in the world. Boy, was I wrong. She was not, of course. I was. It took awhile but I started to see what loving someone really means. It's not always 'yes'.
One of my boys (who shall remain nameless) started ranting that I was absolutely, positively the meanest mom in the world. I'm sure I denied him of something-actually probably many things-during his elementary school years. I finally had had enough and told my much loved offspring that if he called me the 'meanest mom in the world' one more time that I would make a shirt and wear it the next time I volunteered at his school (which was often).
The shirt is in the back of my closet. I keep it as a reminder that motherhood is blessing. It is a joy but it is also struggle and lots of mamas have had lots of struggles these past fifteen months.
What I know and what I have learned as a woman of a certain age is that there often is a lot of strength, wisdom and patience that is gained from strife and struggle. The sun is up there even during the stormiest of times. We just have to wait for the storm to pass to see the sun shine. You learn to get great at the wait.
My boys are grown and gone. They both turned out to be wonderful young men (I'll stop there b/c I could go on and on about how wonderful they are). I'm no longer the meanest Mom in the world and I know I am loved by those two little boys who are now my grown sons.
Happy Mother's Day!