Momma Said There’d Be Days Like This

🎵”Momma said there’d be days like this, there’d be days like this, my momma said.” 🎶

You ever sit and listen to someone go on whine about their day and want to stop them and ask, “Wait. Is this about your child being up all night with an OCD thought that will not let them sleep, a medical need that kept you on your knees to God all day long, or pediatric cancer? No? It’s only a long line in the grocery store, crabby fellow workmates, a washing machine gone bad; or just a bad day in general? Sit Down. Because I’ve got some stories for you.”

I began this Mother’s Day with three nasty-grams by 11:00am. One straight out of bed was from the dog. (I swear she’s never liked me and this was her way of saying, “Happy Mom’s Day to ya’, Lady!”) All the praise hands I did not step in it.

However, this Mother’s Day I am thankful to be home. Sure, wouldn’t we all love to be pampered in a spa, by the warm ocean, with a little, blue drink with an umbrella in it? But, I think we moms with special needs our lives don’t have to think too far to just be thankful for home.

We’ve seen the hospitals. We’ve seen middle of the store meltdowns. We’ve been called and emailed by schools over and over. We’ve been in emergency rooms at midnight. Maybe you’ve even taken those life flight helicopter rides. This Sunday, I’m thankful for home.

I’m staring at (a lot of) dust right now. I have so much medical equipment I can’t find anymore places to put it so it’s just out everywhere all over the house. Dirty dishes fill the sink. But we are home. Bring on the nasties of the day. There may be days like this, even on Mother’s Day. But at least they are at home sweet home.