No Day is Perfect. Not Even Mother's Day.
Mother's Day comes with hopes / expectations for the one day a year Moms are celebrated...
No day is perfect, despite the name you give it, the expectations you attach to it. The weather doesn't cooperate or someone gets sick. Both happened this year to me, though I'm not complaining, not really. (Okay, full disclosure I felt sorry for myself and slightly depressed for an hour or so. Totally wallowed in self-pity). The high point was a little book my kids filled out for me, a few pages of which I'll share here.
But my tween was sick. Vomit, the whole nine. Tears pooled in her eyes and ran down her full cheeks and neck, a little river that drenched her pj's. She was worried she was ruining my day. But she begged me to lie with her in bed and so I did. I read the book we're loving, The Wishing Spell (The Land of Stories series), replete with British accents (proper and cockney) and my signature dramatic flair only seen by my children. They're my biggest fans. :) Anyway, not the point.
We lay there for who knows how long, with nowhere to be. When I finished I felt her forehead and stroked her hair. I savor this because she doesn't let me do this often. Her almond shaped, brown eyes blinked at mine and asked me why I was smiling. I wasn't aware I was smiling. It's just the affect my children have on me.
She's like an alien to me sometimes. Unknown, unpredictable, intriguing. But really she's this person that came out of me and I've loved her every one of the nine plus years since the day she arrived.
Going back to Mother's Day and our hopes/expectations of the one day a year We are celebrated. I'm not saying I don't want a massage. Because, boy do I want a massage. Or a long weekend to Paris with my husband, sans kids. Or a trip to see an old girlfriend so we can shop all weekend and have cocktails galore. But at the end of today - Mother's Day, as I write this - I realized what today means. It's love. The love I feel as a mom and the love that is given to me unconditionally by my children. It may be mucked up by real life on a daily basis, but at it's core it's true and real and it's the best thing that ever happened to me.
What did you get or do on Mother's Day?