But before we get to mommas, I have to say–
I have the great privilege of working from home alongside the sexiest man on the planet. It’s good stuff, I ain’t gonna lie. It’s also tough as beans.
I am Managing Director, Producer, General Muse, and Chief Everything Officer of James Victore Inc. The reward and flexibility this affords me borders on embarrassingly awesome, for which I give major thanks. However, with working from home comes hazy boundaries of work and not work and ‘When the hell am I ever going to have time to get my own stuff done?’ issues. And so, every Wednesday I retreat into my tiny (no really– it’s 8’x12’ at most) Manhattan office to do whatever the heck I want. And it feels SO good.
And I often think, Thank the Good Lord for Wednesdays, because without my alone time I would surely become the nastiest hairiest low-down bitch the world has ever seen. It sounds like I’m exaggerating, but I know you ladies know what I’m talking about. Every woman alive has a part of her that wants to take care of absolutely everything on the planet. It’s that Mother within us all. It is a beautiful thing, but if it’s taken too far, you forget yourself and you soon end up with nothing left to give. We need our Wednesdays (or your Wednesday equivalent) so we can replenish, be fed, and tap into our own wants, needs, desires, and dreams.
Which brings me to Sunday– Mother’s Day! I love Mother’s Day. I love it because I get to lavish my mom in gifts and praise, and remind her how incredible she is, and how beautiful she is, and how thankful I am that she has never ever stopped loving me and never ever will. I love you mom! There’s more for you in a minute.
I do have one little bone to pick with Mother’s Day that I’d like to address– ONE day out of the year to celebrate mothers? Really?! C’mon! Mom needs a freakin’ carved-in-stone dedicated day every single week to be doused in rose petals and do whatever the f– she wants. She needs a Wednesday office. She deserves it.
There are so many mothers out there who don’t get two seconds of true alone time, much less an entire Wednesday out of the week. And to you ladies, I stand in full salute, singing your glories and praying for your reprieve.
I also bow down to ALL you Mothers out there– whether you’ve carried a child in your womb or no– I see you. I see how you take care of so many around you. Your step-kids, your spouse, your parents, your pets, your community, your house, your environment, your Sisters, your world. THANK YOU.
And to MY mom–
My mom. Whew… I get teary eyed just thinking about my mom. She is the bringer of great joy. Capable of miracles. Effortlessly stylish, crazy smart, marvelously funny, stunningly beautiful – all while remaining resolutely humble. She is grace incarnate. I owe her everything.
Mom, do you remember last summer in Creede, when we were in the coffee shop and I told you how beautiful you were and you said, “Oh honey, well, we’re all beautiful.” And I said, “No Mom, you are more. You are so much more than that.” And then we started crying and had to order our cappuccinos with a hanky on the side? Well, this Mother’s Day, my wish is for you to know and celebrate all that beauty you possess. All that kindness, joy, and hope that radiates through your being and lights up the universe. It is EPIC.
My amazing Sacred Sexy Momma!!!
I love you Mom. Thank you for being my muse. And for reminding me that it’s “Always an adventure!”
And for all you other ladies out there– I encourage you to celebrate not only the mommas in your family circle, but also the divinely wild and gracious Mother in you. — the Bad Mutha and the Sweet Mum both. The source of “everything’s alright honey, mama’s here” and “Step back b— or I will cut you.” One in the same. Oh, and please do yourself a solid and take a Wednesday every now and again to recharge and be your own Momma. You deserve it.
Happy Mother’s Day all. Much love and gratitude to you today and every day.
