When I first started blogging I joined the Crazy, Hip, Blog Mamas.
Early on I noticed they had a weekly thing called "Mom of the Week" and, as the months went by, I enjoyed seeing many of my favorite bloggers achieve this pinnacle of motherness.
Oh, to be Mom of the Week!
I gazed longingly from the sidelines knowing that the Tiara of Motherhood was reserved for those who, unlike me, had a clue what they were doing.
I figured the award was for mothers who could, you know, bake and stuff...like mothers that make thier children's birthday cakes.
Blogging has taught me that the bar for birthday cake baking is set really, really high.
I mean, look at this gorgeous swimming pool cake that Scribbit made.
I have PURCHASED each and every one of my children's birthday cakes at the grocery store...
THE GROCERY STORE.
I was supposed to BAKE their birthday cakes? Who knew?
It didn't even occur to me to bake.
As a loser mom with no baking skills, I assumed Mom of the Week was simply unattainable, a blogging dream I would never realize.
[insert deep, woeful, martyr-ish sighs.]
Then, suddenly... someone nominated ME for Mom of the Week. ME!!! Dork of Dorks!
But though Melanie nominated me, no one actually VOTED for me and my name stayed on the list of nominated blogs for so many months that I got kind of embarrassed about it.
((((L-O-S-E-R, LOSER! That's what you are!))))
Finally, in an attempt to be at peace with my fate never to be THE CHOSEN ONE, I decided the whole Mom of the Week thing could kiss me right here:
There is an upset in the universal order of all things right and good in the world.
Just about the time I was purchasing plastic buckets instead of baskets for my children's Easter morning sugar tantrum, I got an e-mail that said, "You're up!"
Apparently, I am up.
It is my turn.
This is MY week.
I am the Mom of the Week now.
Who's your Mama?