Pre-Mother's Day, I always have these visions of waking up gently in my sparkling clean room, sunshine lightly filtering through the blinds, birds chirping, and my troupe de boys bringing me breakfast in bed and GIFTS. Loads of gifts. My make-up and hair looks like I had someone grooming me mid-snooze. Somewhere I can hear the soft strains of "Here Comes the Sun"....
Cut to the reality.... I am jolted out of slumber by my phone beeping, followed closely by one (or both) of the middle boys bursting in our room asking for some chocolate milk. Billy takes the opportunity to coach the boys in the other room as to what day it is. When both boys return to the room, they stand and stare at me expectantly. I return their stares, wondering if my stunning beauty is what's flooring them. Yeah, no. I always look a little like Carrot Top when I wake up, and it's no bueno to sleep in make-up. I don't hear birds chirping, but I do hear dogs whining to be let out. The sun? Yes, that's there. I think the song I hear is something indie from one of the Twilight soundtracks.
Hunter hands me a white paper bag with a blue flower glued to the outside. Inside is a homemade boquet of blue flowers and a card that says "Forget Me Not". Awwwwh. Ethan had given me an actual potted (well, plastic-cupped) flower and a card on Thursday, so I had to remind him that he already gave me his Mother's Day present. Other than that and the massage I booked for myself, there is a total lackage of "loads of gifts"-- not to sound super-materialistic or anything. I think I always dream of the gifts being plentiful and extravagent because I rarely get one, and sometimes not even a card. And it's generally not because no one cares, it's just because holidays always seem to come at the worst possible time, budget-wise. Oh well. Moving along...
My 12-year-old, in typical teenage fashion, tried his darnedest allll morning to find any other place to go but spend exta time with his mother. Luckily enough for me, no one else wanted him today. Go figure. The rest of my day was filled with things that I enjoy, of all different shapes and sizes. Singing. Briefly visiting with a good friend and her husband. An hour-long massage for $25, immediately followed by a horseback ride and visit with my nephew whom I don't see very often at all.
In the evening, I spent a few moments wishing my clients--past and present--a Happy Mother's Day. Even the ones who don't have any children outside the womb yet, because I believe that you become a mother as soon as the pregnancy test shows you the two blue lines.
I intended to say so much more here, but I am really, really feeling so tired at the moment. However, I wish everyone reading this the joy and love of their families, and comfort for those who are missing someone special or struggling with severed family ties. Mother's Day may not be what we expect, but you are still worth celebrating, even if you're the only one doing it.
Hugs, mommas. You are loved.