Important life lessons.

I have to tell you something I learned this weekend. Apparently, if you haven't given birth to a child, you are not, in fact, a mother. Crazy, right? I was under the impression that as long as you served some motherly role then you got to be celebrated on Mother's Day.

I was wrong.

So, sorry to have to be the one to say this, but if you adopted, you're not their mother. If you're a stepmom, not their mother. Used a surrogate? Not their mother. Sorry.

I could just punch someone for that. I was pretty belligerent but hid it rather well, if I do say so myself.

I'm a mom. And I'd like to think I'm a damn good one at that, screw-ups and all. I may not have carried Punk in my womb, and she may not have kicked and shoved her way through my lower body and out a hole much, much smaller than she was. But I'll be damned if I'm not her mother. I know I'm not her biological mom. And I know I'm not her only mom, or her first mom. And I know in the eyes of the law, I am not her mother. No, she doesn't have my genes and she didn't inherit my curly hair. But if you ask her? She'll tell you she has two moms. And that's enough for me.

I hope you all had a wonderful mother's day yesterday. I woke up to a lot of really random surprises from the Husband and Punk and it was super sweet and I totally bawled. I couldn't care less about birthdays or anniversaries or other dates that are supposed to be celebrated because the media tells us so. But it was really special to be treated on Mother's Day.

Also, I ran my first official 5k on Saturday. In 34 minutes. 34 minutes!!! OMG. And, I ran for the entire first mile without stopping. Two things I honestly thought I could never accomplish. I am proud of myself. I'm also thankful to my mom for walking it with Punk so that I could hit it all on my own and be proud of myself. Because I am proud. I'm impressed in myself. And the endorphins were awesome, but the feeling that continues with me for having done it and having proven myself wrong? That feeling will stick around for awhile. I did it! And Punk? She did it in 48 minutes. That's not too shabby, either!

I sold my car Saturday. I will absolutely miss her; she was beautiful and luxurious and fast. But it makes more sense. My commute is going from 4 miles to work, to 27 miles to work. I don't want to ruin my Lexus by driving it on the tragic mess of a freeway. So now I begin the search for a new car. A Scion tC. Cute, right? I think so.

Do you play Words With Friends? How about Draw Something? Play a game with me! I'm addicted. The more games, the merrier. I'm stepmomkendahl, in both. Add me. It'll be fun.