Mother’s Day, a glorious day of rest and relaxation for Mothers all over the world, a day when massages are given and breakfast is had in bed, a day when your children are perfect and a day where you get to sit on the couch watching marathons of Real Housewives eating ice cream out of the carton. It’s a perfect day, but wait, that never really happens. The perfect days we build up in our heads ultimately never make an appearance.
The problem with most people is that we do build up these great expectations for “special” days that ultimately leave us unsatisfied; birthdays, anniversaries and special days throughout the year. It’s a huge let down and I fall victim every time. However, I made up my mind that I was not going to have an angst-ridden Mother’s Day and miracle of all miracles, it worked.
As usual, the weekend was a circus; our mothers wanted a few minutes with us (well not really, it was the grandchildren they really wanted) and it was also my mother-in-law’s 60th birthday; yep lucky me, all rolled into one. We managed to make the rounds and make our way back to sweet Chester, where my heart really is. I saw so many people at a Mother’s Day brunch in my hometown that my head was spinning, and half of them I couldn’t even remember their names; awkward to say the least. At least I had my precious children to distract them.
By the time we made it home, my children arguing the whole time in the back seat (she’s chewing too loud, he’s looking at me. UGH, I was ready for my emotional meltdown. As I sat on my couch ready to really let the melancholy wash over me, I was saved. My darling little angels were dying to give me some sweet Mother’s Day gifts.
I have to say, this was the best haul on Mother’s Day gifts, EVER. My wonderful husband made the cutest, cutest magnets with family pictures; the gift from my flower at preschool (a silhouette) was so sweet; and I have to say, my favorite was a “book” that my boy did all on his own, about me. I cried, hugged and kissed them until they screamed for mercy and made a rule then and there. On Mother’s Day I get a hug and kiss on demand and they cannot complain, giggling they complied all day.
The children played outside with Daddy while I watched the Duggars: 19 Kids and Counting and yes, ate ice cream out of the container. I then went out and played Frisbee with my family until we all came in and watched America’s Funniest Videos. It was, in a word, a perfect day.
I decided not to expect fireworks and roses, and, really, I am not that type anyway. I love my children fiercely, love being a mother and am so thankful that I have the opportunity to love both of them and my husband everyday. I hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day.