Mother's Day

Oh, I want to write about Mother’s Day too! Mother’s Day was so nice. I am so sad that there are women out there feeling miserable when Mother’s Day roles around because they haven’t been blessed with children. I love that I get to be a mom. While I complain from time to time or feel stressed by the many tasks to be done each day, I feel like this time is the major highlight of my earthly journey.

So, the day itself was one of my happiest Mother’s Days ever. Actually, I’m not sure, the others might have been just as happy. I can’t remember, but Sunday was just so . . . happy. Mike told me first thing in the morning that it was the day that I “get to be as mean as I want,” so that started things off just right. He has learned that I really like to be the special girl all day long on my birthday or Mother’s Day, so he forces the kids to clean things up and takes the broom away from me and does dishes and makes dinner and brushes little teeth.

The kids went off giggling to the garage at one point to bring in one of my presents, and I worried I was getting a rabbit or some such, but lo and behold, it was a watermelon. It made me nearly cry that my husband knows an entire watermelon would make me as happy as most anything on this earth might. And I got roses and several more of those presents that only someone who pays close attention to the ridiculous things you love could know to give.

Penny slept on my shoulder nearly all of the third hour of church – something she generally does not believe in doing no matter how tired she is. Occasionally she’d lift her face -- red, groggy and confused, and with the imprint of my linen dress on her cheek -- then she’d settle back down and sleep while drool ran down my arm.

I love all the teachers at school for being so thoughtful as to have the kids make cool presents for their moms. Abe and Daisy both made books about me. Abe made me a pinch pot and Daisy made me a refrigerator magnet out of popsicle sticks and her picture. Why would teachers be so thoughtful as to help my kids make me these little presents that I adore?

Oh, and I’ve hardly mentioned my own mother. I love her. She has honestly always understood me. I never have any doubt that if I am in a frustrating situation of any sort or just want to talk about this or that, she will know, I mean really know, exactly what I am trying to say. And, I love Mike’s mother because all of the time he does, says or just is things that cause me to think, “thank goodness his mother taught him to be that for me!!”

Here is a picture from Daisy’s Mother’s Day book that I liked:

And, Abe’s book was so cool because it had pictures of all sorts of things we do together and we look so happy and like we are having such great times together that I had to put a few here (the second to last is my favorite because we don’t “go to” the park or zoo or anything. We “go to” bed):