I know you’ve got an unappreciated job. Largely ignored eleven months out the year, suddenly your name becomes even more popular than poor Britney. Kids whine and beg and plead; parents threaten; media outlets give updates on your whereabouts. But where’s the “Thanks, Santa” or the “Good job, Big Guy”? Where’s the pat on the back, the offer of help, the foot rub or back massage? Not a single one in sight.
Hey, I get it. This motherhood thing? Suspiciously shares a lot in common with your gig. We “magically” keep rooms tidy, laundry clean and folded, meals prepared, schedules organized. We accomplish WAY more in a 24-hour period than seems logically possible. We get plenty of the whining and begging from our kids, and people always want to know where we are and what we’re up to. (“Mom? MOM? MO-OOOOM! What are you doing in the bathroom?”) And for a lot of us, it’s a pretty thankless job. Infants and toddlers certainly don’t stop in the middle of a tantrum to thank us for being so kind and patient. Schoolkids don’t call us from the front office to thank us for that nutritious lunch we packed and for reminding them to bring that jacket. Husbands don’t even always seem to understand what it is we DO all day, much less know how to go about appreciating it.
So, my dear St. Nick, all I want for Christmas this year is to say thanks. You do a great job of “mothering” a whole lotta’ kids at this time of year. If you ever need a hot cup of coffee (or cocoa, whichever) and a shoulder to cry on about how no one understands the stress and pressure, come on by. I’ll leave the Christmas lights on for ya.