I am inherently selfish. Even when I am thinking about other people, I am thinking about myself more. Even when I am listening to you, I am paying more attention to my inner monologue. When you tell me your problems, I am comparing them to my own. If you need something, I will get it for you, but somewhere inside me, somewhere I'm pretty good at hiding, I might resent the effort.
I know I can't be the only person like this. I know I am not the only person who could become so wrapped up in myself that I stopped caring for others at all.
If I was not a parent, I would still think all those things belonged to me. But they don't and they never have. Each one of those things is a blessing or a gift from God. I would not even have the breath in my chest if God did not permit it. And like I thank Him for my bout with pneumonia for teaching me that, I thank Him for my motherhood for teaching me to become unselfish. That's right, to become unselfish, because I have a feeling it is going to take a long, long time for me to get over myself.
I grew up in a home where Mother's Day was despised (roses did not bloom beneath our feet), and I guess it rubbed off on me. I have to admit that I have no idea when Mother's Day falls this year. But I'm pretty sure it is coming up. And as it comes and goes, try to think not on all the things you do and have done for your beautiful children, but instead, on the things being a mother has done for you.