The Ultimate Mother’s Day

Some days it seems like all I do is fill and refill. Just once, I’d like to have everything full at the same time.

My husband, my kid, and myself, so no one needs to be fed.

A drawer full of full pens. A head full of new ideas. A vase full of fresh flowers.

Can I get the maximum recommended air pressure in all of our bicycle tires?

Is it too much to ask for the diaper bag, the gym bag and the lawnmower gas can to all be full at the same time?

My water bottle. My gas tank. My windshield wiper fluid. All full.

The fire extinguisher, the first aid kit, the linen closet, sock drawers… dare I dream of a full can of tennis balls?

I’d like for every box of tissues in the house to be full. Every spice jar in the rack and every cup in the egg carton… full and full.

How ’bout a full jug of soymilk to wash down my full cookie jar? And speaking of wash, I’d even like a full laundry hamper, so at least I’d know where I stand.

I’d like my printer full of toner, my fax machine full of paper, and my Inbox full of acceptance letters. My Outbox, of course, should brim with a column, a few articles, and a book manuscript – all complete and brilliantly crafted.

Please, for Mother’s Day, will someone please fill of the ice cube trays? Fully charge the dust buster and fill my prescription? Would you replace my old, flattish pillow with a full, fluffy new one?

Maybe tomorrow morning (having gotten a full night’s sleep) my husband and I will watch as our daughter is fully content playing by herself for a full five minutes. And maybe my husband will gaze at me with eyes full of love and a pot full of steaming coffee. And though I usually see the glass as half-full, I’ll know that in fact, my cup runneth over.

By: Sally Bacchetta

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