I'll be a happy woman...

I feel obligated to post something about it being Mother's Day this weekend, since I've seen so many friends post facebook statuses such as:
  

To all the unselfish moms out there who traded sleep for dark circles, salon haircuts for a ponytail, long showers for quick ones, late nights for early mornings, and designer bags for diaper bags, and wouldn't change a thing. Let's see how many moms post this who don't care what they gave up and instead LOVE what they got in return..Post this if you LOVE being a MOM!
  

I've carried a baby within my body. I've slept with a baby on my chest. I have kissed boo boos, mended broken hearts, been puked on and pooped on & spent sleepless nights in a rocking chair. But I wouldn't have it any other way. My body is far from magazine perfect, but when I look into the mirror I see a mom, and there is no greater honor or blessing. Make this your status if you're proud to be a mom. 
 

I considered joining these moms by posting similar statuses that praise my own selfless mother, lamenting the struggles of being a mom, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.   I want and need more than what a status update can provide.  What I  really want is recognition of my sacrifice on a daily basis, not just on Mother’s Day.    Am I needy or crazy?
 

So much of motherhood is thankless.   Yesterday, I cleaned up vomit five separate times and one of those occasions, caught the vomit in both of my hands nearly throwing up myself at the substance's consistency, smell, and heat.  I wrestled on clothes, cleaned up splattered food off of the floor- twice, served as referee, judge and jury, and even took a temperature reading from my child's nether region. There is no doubt that I would do anything for my children, but I think every parent needs to hear words of appreciation from their partner for the infinitesimal tasks that keep the house afloat.  Especially since this job never ends and the insecure part of me feels like every other stay at home parent is better at this than I am. (My house is a wreck and all I can think of while typing this is the never ending to-do list of chores that I am neglecting...) 
 

I'm not talking about idol worship, though I could probably get used to it; I'm looking for encouraging words, a smile, hug, kiss, telling me every day that you know that I am uniquely qualified to be the matriarch of our little brood.   Then reassure me that we are not having any more children and that I will return to corporate America at some point in the future, and I'll be a happy woman. 
 
For all of the work they create around here, at least they are cute, aren't they?!