I had hoped that this morning I might get a bit of extra sleep...I had hoped for a walk and maybe a picnic at a nearby botanical garden or a trip downtown to an arts festival...Instead, I woke up much too early and groggy after a long night of in and out of bed and up and down the stairs taking care of a suddenly sick child. At first light this morning I thought to myself, well there goes my relaxing day, MY Mother's day, but then I thought, this is a mother's day (and a father's to be fair...).
Mother's coddle and comfort sick or upset children, they clean up bloody boo boos, they listen to silly, too long convoluted stories, they make up songs just to get their children to eat or brush their teeth, they let you climb into their lap when you are much too old to be climbing into their lap, they give you much needed advice, they give you unsolicited advice, they are always there to listen even if you are not ready to talk, they make you feel good about yourself, they are proud, they are silly, they are serious, they are too busy, they always have time to help when you really need it, they loose patience but never love, they are there when you need them the most, and they always appreciate the small stuff.
So, while today we had a walk around the block that ended with me carrying my three-year old sickey instead of a walk at a botanical garden that ended in a picnic, while I barely had any sleep last night instead of extra sleep, while there were two bouts of vomit to clean up, while I had to be continually reminded by my husband to "Just relax, it's Mother's Day". I did appreciate the small stuff...the smiling little man chatting away in the back yard, the little girl who watched out the front window for the ice cream truck because I had asked her if she would buy me an ice cream for Mother's Day, and breakfast and dinner made and cleaned up by my husband! And, while Violet was so sick she hardly knew what to do with herself, she stopped several times today to give me a hug or to tell me that she loved me and was thrilled to finally give me the Mother's Day gift that she had worked so hard on at preschool, a pinch pot and a card that was written down for her by her teacher.
And, really, as it turns out this and all the other little things of the day made for a good Mother's Day. There was no pomp and circumstance, no brunch, no spa gifts, there were flowers :) and just the simple and somewhat boring full love of a family. A great Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day to all mother's. Especially a Happy Mother's day to my mother who did all those things listed above and many many many more. It is true that you never fully appreciate your mom (parents) and all the things that they do until you, yourself, are one as well, and then you will never really be able to put into words how thankful you are for all that they have done and continue to do for you all you can do is say "Thank you Mom, I love you!"