I headed to the shed this morning for a couple of bins for school. As I walked into the maze of everyone’s crap, I mean stuff, I saw from the corner of my eye, a most prized possession. I was honored back in May of 2013 with the Mother of the Year award. I understand that many women have received such notorious awards but I highly doubt anyone ever got a bowling trophy that already had a prior recipient. The personalized taped paper attached to the front was a nice touch by Dillon and Lane. I had a great laugh back then and I did appreciate their sweet attempt at gift giving. I, like many mothers, feel awkward and inadequate at this time of the year as Mother’s Day soon approaches. We never really feel as though we have done enough and base our grade on how well the kids turned out. Being a mother is the hardest job I have had – with many extreme highs and many disappointing lows. So the question is why I keep hanging on to that trophy. I think I do because when I am honored it is like my children are telling me to hang on and keep at it., kind of like a cheer, or a pep-talk. Maybe I am running the greatest marathon ever and they are on the sidelines buoying me for victory. I am not perfect at being a mother and that is the truth. I won’t give up though. I want my children to know that I will fight for them, encourage them, rejoice with them and suffer life’s problems with them. I’ll take the accolades, the trophies and the gifts. I need all the love and encouragement because we still have a long, long road together and I always want to be standing right beside them. I’m spring cleaning this weekend and questioned if I have held on to it long enough. Heck no. I earned that bowling trophy.