I am pretty sure I just ate candy my son gave me from his grubby fingers—and I am not sure the last time he washed his hands. Or went to the bathroom and forgot to wash his hands. I am actually gagging a little bit right now. Really. My stomach is not feeling so well. Hashtag “truemom”. EATING NASTY GERMS FROM GRUBBY DIRTY FINGERS. Sigh.
Therefore, let’s just say that I am VERY VERY VERY happy to be celebrating the upcoming day about ME in Poland. Dzien Matki. May 26th. Mother’s Day.
In Poland, Mother’s Day is the same day year after year after year. Kind-of like Women’s Day, Wigilia, your birthday, your anniversary, New Year’s … MOTHER’S DAY! It is set in stone and NEVER GOES AWAY!
Kind of like our kids, eh????!!!! (smile and wink)
Anyhow, this upcoming Mother’s Day I think that I am going to set expectations for my kids:
- I am going to expect for them to make me frustrated.
- I am going to expect for them to make a mess.
- I am going to expect for them to NOT leave me in peace when I have to pee OR merely pick up the phone—EVEN THOUGH, moments before, they had forgotten about the very existence of me.
- I am going to expect for them to cry over their hair styles or crust. YES—the crust on their bread.
- I am going to expect for them to have a small accident in their underpants—just enough so that they will not want to wear the same pair and not enough to make a mess on the floor. The in between stage of wet. Enough, however, where they will then declare that they must STRIP NAKED and be. For the rest of the day.
- I am going to expect for my toddler to wake me at 3am. Or 5am. Or 6am. And not at all appreciate that they day is about ME!
- I am going to expect for the pre-teen (nastolatek) to give me grief. I don’t know about what. About the volume of my voice or the fact that SHE CANNOT WEAR MY SHOES.
- I am going to expect for them to fight and argue about the 1 block. On the floor. When there are 1 million and 12 other blocks right next to the 1 block. And there are 500,000 of those 1 million and 12 blocks that are exactly the same as the 1 block that they are rowing over.
- I am going to expect them to stub their toes, blacken their eyes, break their teeth, or scrape their knees. I know this because it will happen. My three year old currently has a black eye and a huge forehead mark from tripping onto the training wheel bike tire and also falling on the side of the trampoline. All in a day’s work. So I am going to expect a trip to the hospital, a broken bone, or a bandaged knee. It will happen.
- And, lastly, I am going to expect a gazillion times over for them to tell me that they “Love me the most!” And fight over it. And cuddle me. And then fight over cuddling me. And then fight once again about who loves Momma the most. Because it will happen. I expect it.
And number 10 makes up for 1-9.
As I expect it should.
So, you see, Mother’s Day in Poland is really no different than Mother’s Day anywhere else in the world. If you come from a dirt floor or a mansion that touches the sky, being MOM is full of a million and one expectations that always start with DISASTER…But that one moment (#10) will make up for all of the tornadoes that will come in and hijack your day.
In the end, however, you don’t mind. Because it’s a nice feeling. Being mom.
But NOT eating the grubby food from their fingers. Leave that behind on Dzien Matki. I am pretty sure that is not a nice feeling.
Not at all.
Happy Mother’s Day from Poland to YOU!