Motherhood, while a deeply rewarding experience, often entails a lack of recognition for the countless tasks performed daily. It raises the question: when else is it deemed acceptable to be summoned only when a child needs a diaper change, without receiving so much as a “thank you” for the effort?
Just last week, I found myself rushing back home after dropping my daughter Mia off at school to retrieve her forgotten sports shoes, only to be met with irritation for not bringing her socks as well. Reflecting on my college days, I remember expressing gratitude when I received my neatly folded laundry. My children, however, seem to believe that their clean clothes simply appear in their drawers overnight. If only it were that simple.
Dinner time brings eye rolls instead of gratitude. And if I fail to keep their favorite snacks stocked, the complaints are quick to follow. Yet, when I do ensure their favorites are available, I rarely hear a heartfelt “thank you.”
I undertake these responsibilities out of love, knowing that caring for my children—regardless of the messy aspects—is part of my commitment. A genuine acknowledgment now and then, such as “thank you for everything you do, Mom,” would be a welcome change.
This is why Thanksgiving stands out as my favorite holiday. It offers a chance to reflect on what I am grateful for, and ideally, to receive appreciation in return. Unlike the obligatory sentiment of Mother’s Day or the aftermath of messy breakfasts in bed, Thanksgiving is a day dedicated to expressing gratitude—if only it played out as envisioned.
A few years back, I asked my children what they were thankful for, hoping to hear something heartwarming. Instead, my son Leo exclaimed, “Poop!” followed by my daughter Ava’s enthusiastic “Ice cream!” And when Mia finally chimed in, her answer was “Daddy.” Yes, the same daddy who was napping on the couch, oblivious to the efforts that went into preparing the meal they were about to enjoy. It left me wondering who raised these children and if there was a return policy involved.
“That’s nice,” I replied weakly.
“What about me?” I pressed.
“Of course, you,” Mia responded.
Well, I suppose that counts. After “Daddy,” “poop,” and “ice cream”—that’s motherhood.
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In summary, motherhood often involves many thankless tasks, with children unaware of the efforts that go into their care. While the love for them drives these actions, a little recognition would certainly enhance the experience. Thanksgiving provides an opportunity for reflection and gratitude, although the reality of family dynamics may not always align with expectations.