Motherhood, while incredibly rewarding, often feels like an unacknowledged role. When else is it perfectly normal for someone to shout your name only when they need a diaper change, yet you receive no gratitude for your efforts? A few days ago, I had to rush back home after dropping off my daughter, Mia, at school to retrieve her soccer cleats. When I finally delivered them, did I get a thank you? Of course not—just a glare for forgetting her extra socks.
Back in my college days, when I dropped off my laundry, I always made sure to express my gratitude when it was returned clean and folded. My kids, however, seem to think their clothes magically appear in their drawers, freshly washed and neatly arranged. If only it were that simple!
Dinner time often results in eye rolls instead of appreciation, and heaven forbid I run out of their favorite cereal. Even when I have it stocked, how many times do I hear a simple “thank you”? The answer is zero.
I take care of my children because my love for them is unconditional, and caring for them—including the not-so-glamorous tasks—is part of the job. But wouldn’t it be nice to hear an occasional “thank you for everything you do, Mom”? That’s why Thanksgiving has become my favorite holiday; it’s a day to reflect on what I’m grateful for and, ideally, to be recognized for my efforts. No Hallmark clichés or messy breakfast trays to clean up—just a day dedicated to appreciating my three greatest joys and, hopefully, getting a little recognition in return.
Yet, it rarely goes as planned. A few years ago, I asked my kids what they were thankful for, hoping for some heartfelt responses. “Poop,” my son Max exclaimed. Seriously? Strike one. Luckily, I have two more kids. “Ice cream,” his brother, Jake, chimed in next. Ice cream? Not today, buddy. Then came Mia’s turn. I was hopeful. “Daddy,” she said. Daddy? The one who’s napping on the couch while I prepare the meal? Really? It’s moments like these that make you wonder who raised these kids and if there’s a return policy!
“That’s nice,” I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. “What about me?” I prompted. “Oh, of course, you, Mom,” she said casually. Well, at least I made the list—after Daddy, poop, and ice cream. That’s motherhood wrapped up, isn’t it?
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In summary, while motherhood is filled with love and joy, it often goes underappreciated. A little recognition here and there wouldn’t hurt, especially on days dedicated to gratitude. After all, we moms work tirelessly, often behind the scenes, to make our families thrive.
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