Bitches get shit done (it feels awkward to post profanity)

Mother's day

Over and over again it was posted.

"Happy Mother's day to the greatest mom."

Not to distract from that but it got me reflecting.

There can't be that many "great moms" 

Can there?

Maybe not in the way that we tend to think or define "great," 

but that's kinda the problem.

We've put "great"  in this untouchable category. 

I think that being a "great" mom is not equal to being a "perfect" mom.

However in our minds we sometimes make them interchangeable. 

...and that's not fair.

We aren't perfect.

Our mom's weren't perfect.

...but they were great,

.......and so are we. 

Bitches Get Shit Done

by Annie Flavin

It’s 4pm, also known as

Mama’s So Tired and Kids Are Crazy o’clock.

I want nothing more than to hide on my couch

with the covers pulled tightly around me.

I want to close my eyes

and drift off

with no other human body

touching my own.

There will be none of that, though.

They are heckling me

with arguments over scraps of paper,

or garbage,

if you were the judge,

and complaining of

hunger and

weather and

clothes that are not just so.

Where is their mother?

Oh, that's right.

I rise up

even though I am

bedraggled,

befuddled and

so, so weary.

He won’t be home soon enough that I can coast.

The TV isn’t cutting it.

I channel

women who are not me;

wise, strong, capable, creative, nurturing

mothers

who push through difficult times and

get shit done.

I channel them,

I become them,

I am them.

I march into the kitchen,

I turn on music and

I find something, anything,

that looks suitable enough

to be called dinner.

They flock to me now:

do I sense a bewilderment in their eyes?

Mom is moving. Mom is happy.

“Mom, I’m a super hero! I save people from pirates!”

he yells as he zooms

around our tiny kitchen.

I am, too, I think to myself.

I get shit done.

To all you mom's out there that get shit done...

You rock.

Maybe your family doesn't see everything you do behind the scenes,

but I do.

Other mom's do.

So from one mom to another....

Happiest of Mother's days. 

Thanks for not being perfect.

Thanks for getting shit done.

Thanks for being honest.

Always keep trying.

Find ways to channel your inner super power....

and remember;

You 

are 

doing 

great