It is my new favorite. It makes me cry because I remember very distinctly what it was like to bring my first baby, Luke, home from the hospital. I had no clue what I was doing with nursing and it would take two hours for Luke to eat. When he was done, I had an hour and it was time to start all over again. We did this Around.The.Clock. I was up all night, every night. I was a basket case. I was stressed. I thought I was doing everything wrong and I would look at moms in the ward with four kids and wonder how the heck they were doing it. I remember saying to Sam, "It will be a miracle if I can just keep this baby alive for the first year."
Well, fast forward almost nine years. Luke is alive and kicking. And I still make all my mistakes on him. When I am having a really bad day (like yesterday when the house is a disaster, I am running kids from thing to thing to thing, my whiny two year old won't stop crying at Sammie's dance dress rehearsal and insists on being on stage, and I can't find Ryan's $%^%* soccer socks, and then Luke tosses a block at Ryan and it hits him in the mouth and I completely lose my cool.) I go crazy on Luke when what I really want to scream is that it is hard doing it alone and I am stressed and life wasn't supposed to turn out like this and it's Mother's Day weekend for crying out loud..But I can't. I just get mad at Luke about something that really is no big deal.
When Sam came last night and picked up the kids, Luke got in Sam's car with tears in his eyes and wouldn't look at me to say goodbye. I went on with my night, heartsick about the way I lost my temper. I felt like a failure. Then I saw that commercial and I wept like a baby. Because I remember feeling like a failure back then and knowing now how I was anything but. I am proud of myself as a young terrified mother and I am cutting myself some slack now too.
I guess the point of this post is to say to all the mother's out there...we are doing okay, maybe even better than okay. We are doing our best and sometimes that is good enough.