It was Mother’s Day on Sunday.
Despite the ridiculous hype Oprah wants to spout, it really is a hard job.
At least, it CAN be a hard job.
It can also be one that is not taken seriously.
Depends on the mom.
Getting the job is easy enough.
Lay prone…your Hired!
And there are also those who bust their ass and spend a lot of time trying to get the job.
They are the ones who tend to take it serious.
Here is why its just called life instead of a job.
Nobody hired you, there are no consistent standards, and its really hard to get fired.
Plus, if it were REALLY hard? Not everyone who could lay prone would do it.
If it required a college education, more than half the population would be shit out of luck.
Me? I got lucky.
My mom, as I have mentioned before, is a force of nature.
The kind of mom they should all be.
I also married well.
My ex, despite our differences, is a really good mother.
My kids are awesome.
That is the true way of judging how good a job you did.
Kids make their own decisions, true.
But the thought process they have is the one they are given.
My parents sent me out into the world with a thought process that borders on omnipotent.
Humble was never mentioned.
I always wonder what was wrong with the parents when I meet someone who is unable to apply logic or basic commonsense to their life.
And when they don’t, I am usually the only one who notices.
And like an ass, I blog about it.
This blog started out to be all about happenings in a Starbucks near my work, and has morphed over the years into being a tell all of either my opinions about people, usually when they are behaving badly.
In a nutshell, low-end bitching and whining.
And I am ok with that.
However, the best thing about writing this blog is that I get to be an unholy tyrant and write only what I feel like, no matter how twitchy the subject.
Back to Mother’s Day.
I am not sure how the hell my mom raised my brother’s and me without killing one of us or one of us ending up in prison.
Maybe thats the true secret to being a successful mother, to not just raise a kid, but to raise a kid that can take care of himself and stand on his own two feet. (Without the prison part.)
And then there is the other side of mothering.
Using the process of elimination, somewhere out there is the world’s worst mother.
And someone just gave her a card and maybe some flowers.
Its not a question of being good at it, maybe its just a question of doing it, surviving the act of being pregnant, giving birth, and then raising your kidlets until they leave the nest.
So to all the mothers out there, good luck and nice job, good or bad.
Much like surviving a war, it has probably left you with some baggage and maybe some scars.
But at least you did it.
And look, you got a card out of the deal.
Good for you.