I want my Oscar...

I find that the older I get the less interest I have in celebrating others...or at least other that don't really do much, and I'm not just referring to most men here.

I'm talking about celebrities. By the end of "awards season" we will have celebrated them many times over for one piece of work. This piece of work may have touched us emotionally or made us think more deeply but even that may be stretching it. Maybe I'm bitter and I'll be the first to admit this but I don't feel like jumping up and down because someone got paid a hole lotta money to act in a film that most of us wont remember this time next year.

What if we honored real Mom's this much every year? What if Mom's who live in work clothes or live in "Mom" clothes were able to dress up and walk a red carpet *gasp* kids free and have fathers, yes fathers, in the stands cheering our names and asking for our autographs?

Who would receive the "Able to hold a small child, unload the dishwasher, cook dinner, and supervise homework award?", or the "Worked all day, picked up kids, drove them to all their events, and then made love to their husbands award?". Just the shear act of love making is sometimes a hell of a lot more acting than some Oscar nominees can pull of.

Why don't we Mother's come together and throw ourselves a big ol' party? We could each get up on a stage and thank all of the people who helped us through the sleepless nights, the emotional roller coasters, the hemorrhoids and vomiting, the millionth time some small person said no and we refrained from just slapping the yes into them.


Why don't we do this you ask? We don't do this because we would have to do it for ourselves. We plan everything. Mother's don't have awards seasons because who has time to throw in appreciating ourselves, furthermore appreciating ourselves for multiple months??? I sometimes can't go to the bathroom for hours how can I plan an awards show?

Instead once a year we turn on the tv, watch fancy people dress up, and imagine ourselves receiving accolades because that's pretty much the extent of our time. We don't get to thank those who helped us get through each day but we know they understand we value them because their Mom's too.

In the end we may not get our own Oscar but we have moments where a snuggle or a cleaned room or a wonderful card from our child mean so much more than anything Oscar can give. I suppose being a Mom is an awards season...or maybe just bedtime is?